The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree...

Prologue: To New Beginnings...

Hello, dedication goes to PrincessTemi2 because she is the first to comment, which i am grateful for.  I hope this encourages everyone else who reads my story to comment, the support motivates me. So thank you, PrincessTemi2.

Enjoy & Stay Blessed

-Muna

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-Isabella’s Pov-

I stare blankly outside from the inside of my limousine, emotionlessly. As I turn away from my old life to begin a new one. A start of a new journey, one that I am forced to endure. It is with regret that I move on from my old life, without even bidding my dear friends farewell. I sigh. Ignoring the pain that is inflicted on me deep within my heart; my thoughts are interrupted by my mother, who is beside me. In all honestly, I was too engrossed in self pity to even remember being graced with her presence. Please, note the sarcasm as I have been trying to ignore the existence of both of my parents, for the past hour that we have been travelling to what I shall refer to as hell. Unfortunately, we have now arrived at my new home. Ugh. What a pitiful Journey it has been.

“Isabella, we’re here darling.” My mom declares merrily. It’s like she wants to move here and she enjoys my unfortunate predicament and torture. Like what the hell?

“Finally, I’m soo delighted to be freaking moving out here.” I reply sarcastically.

“Isabella Amelia Faith, don’t you dare talk to your mother like that. You are fully aware that she was not responsible for the fact that we had to come and live here. She is not at fault here; it is for your protection. It’s too risky back home, and you know it. I am sure once you settle down at Lakewood, you will find happiness. I promise you that, princess.”My father interrupts our conversation and tries to calm down the tension.

Once again, I sigh. For the umpteenth time today, and I reply. “Whatever.” Bitterly, fully aware that my father simply stated the truth and that is was fuelled my anger even more. I step out of my limousine and leave my parents before I say and do something regrettable. I go inside my new home and stare at the interior designs; hardly astounded by the extravagant designs.

I first notice the large hallway, with marble flooring and an Italian rug lies in the middle of the floor. The walls are painted white, with golden florals that compliment the mat. A large portrait of my family and ex boyfriend is situated on one of the walls, a simple picture taken on my sweet sixteen. I smile bitterly at the memory, I was happy and innocent. I sigh as I reminisce on my amazing previous life, before everything came crushing down like a ton of bricks.

My attention the turns to the large staircase, I decide to go up to my bedroom. I drag my exhausted body up the stairs. Why? I have no idea. Considering, my palace has a elevator. Yes, a palace.  Having royal blood flow between your veins really does have its perks.  I lazily arrive at the top of the staircase and I look through the hallway. I notice a golden nametag that states: ‘Faith’ on it. My name and new motto in life; I plan on staying positive and believing that life gets better in every situation. I hope I finally get my fairytale ending; I need a dose of ‘happy ever after’ or some shit like that, after what I’ve been through. So, this is to new beginnings.

I twist the doorknob on the door and go inside my room. The first thing that I notice and attracts my attention is my inviting Queen sized bed. I admire the golden sheets with black designs on it, before lying down on it after taking off my heels. The comfortable and warm feeling that engulfs my body hypnotises me, as my body surrenders to the comfort of my bed. I soon find myself lifeless, as I go into a peaceful slumber.