Accused

Chapter 1

Just because everyone and everything points to someone or something does not mean that it is the truth. There is always more than meets the eye.

  My name is Elizabeth Jack. I am half English and half American,  and I was 18 years old when I was accused of killing my best friend (a.k.a. the princess). And just before I tell you how this monstrous problem occurred, a little back story first. I live in England, I was just a simple commoner who was wearing the same old dirty dress that my mom made me.

   The dress was a dark green with white outlining along the chest, the wrists and waist. It was dirty from me scrubbing the floors of the palace, and it didn’t help that my hair was in a messy ponytail. I was 7 at the time. I started work when I was 5 with my mom to help with money problems, but even though my parents protested, I wanted to because at the time I had a new baby brother, Michael, who needed to be fed. I wanted to be useful. So, I guess I started with a purpose.

   But anyways back to the story, one day when I was cleaning the palace, when prince Jacob, and the head guard’s son, Nathaniel, came into the room I had just finished tidying up, stomping in with their muddy shoes. I told them they had to clean it up and instead Jacob just got the floors even dirtier, stomping on the floor out of spite, but Nathaniel stopped, feeling guilty.

Flashback:

  Nathaniel removed his dirty shoes and placed them outside the door and placed them down next to the doorway. He walked towards me and bent down to grab a rag, giving me an apologetic smile. Then the princess, Clarice, walked in and yelled at him to stop. He eventually stopped once Clarice threw one of her shoes at him, hitting him in the face.

“Bullseye” Clarice whispered.

  But regardless it was the biggest mess I’d ever had to clean. As Jacob stormed out of the room, fuming, the three of them stood in a circle, unsure of what to say. Clarice looked furious and hurt, while Nathaniel just blushed, looking embarrassed. I on the other hand was so nervous, I could feel my heart trembling in it’s cage.

“I apologize for Jacob did, he maybe be a prince, and my brother, but he can be quite rude sometimes.” She spoke with sincerity.

“It’s alright.” I was trying not so tremble, or gulp, or breathe. I couldn’t even look up at them without feeling like I was about to pass out.

“No it’s not, boys aren’t supposed to treat girls as such.” Nathaniel said staring at her, not taking his eyes off her.

“ Here, let us help you,” Clarice chimed in.

“You don’t have Princess. It’s job.”

“We want to.”

“I’m Clarice, and this is Nathaniel. And your name is Elizabeth, correct?”

“Yes.” I looked at her in shock and confusion, for I had no idea as to how she knew my name.

“I’m very observant and I think we are going to be good friends.” Clarice spoke,  smiling as she rolled up her sleeves and helped me clean up, alongside Nathaniel, who still couldn’t stop staring.

End of Flashback.

  Clarice got on her hands and knees with her stunning yellow silk dress with a bunch of gold curly vines embroidered in it, I had felt self-conscious around her; but then she helped me scrub the floor. She got as dirty as I was. We laughed for hours. We all became fast friends, but their fathers did not approve of them being seen with the help.