Two Sided

Chapter 1

 

CHAPTER 1

 

“no no no! The flowers do NOT go over there! And where is Robert?! I need him to help me go over the list again! God dammit people work with me here!” my mother continued her rampage throughout the grand hall. Yelling at anyone and everyone. It just had to be the way she wanted it or it wasn't good enough. I sighed pulling on my old brown boots getting ready to leave the giant castle I had to call my home. “and Gem! Darling where are you off to? There is only five hours till the ball! And what on Earth possessed you to wear that.”

I turned around to face my mother. I looked down at my old black jeans paired with a knitted grey sweater that was far to large. I pulled the ends of mysweater over my hands folding my arms against my chest. Mother strutted her way over to me gripping my wrist and yanking it from me leaving me on display under her disappointed gaze. She gave me a once over scrunching her face up in disgust. My jeans have holes in them, my boots were caked with mud, and my sweater hung off one shoulder exposing the strap of my red sports bra.

She dropped my hand brushing the imaginary dirty off her hand. “honey, we have guests coming in five hours. Why are you dressed like your going out to the- you aren't going to the stables right now are you?” I gave her a small smile and she rolled her eyes at me. “you have an hour and then you come straight back. Okay?”

“yes Ma'am!” I said already half way out the door. I ran to the stables that were down past the palace gardens. The gardeners were starting to plant new rose bushes in the already exuberant garden. Unfortunately where they decided to put them was were I was trying to get past. I tried jumping over the bushes, unfortunately failing and falling to the ground. I hit the ground with a light thud. I groaned and rolled onto my back.

 

“hey kid! What do you think you're doin'?! Look what you did!” one of the workers yelled. I looked up at saw that I had ripped out a majority of the red roses. I mumbled a sorry getting up and brushing off the dirty that had gotten on me. I didn't stay to hear him yell at me some more, I legged it to the stables till I was finally next to my baby. Chaos. Out of all the horses in our stable he was the only one I rode. My mother bought him for me on my 11th birthday. Exactly 7 years ago this day in fact.

I sighed running my hand along the bridge of his nose. Another year another birthday filled with people I don't like and dances I hate. The price of being royalty. For years I've had these parties. My mothers hopes of getting me to find a boy that I like so I can marry him and take the throne. Unfortunately for her. I don't like any of the 'suitable' men that she finds for me. They all are the same. Good looking rich men that have their heads to far up their own asses. It's a surprise I haven't already gotten forced into finding someone.

I shook the thoughts from my head and quickly got on Chaos and went out racing through the whole palace grounds. After I had gotten I checked my watch seeing I had not only gone over my mothers time limit, but a whole hour more. I raced back over to the palace running to the side I knew my room was and climbing up the vines that were put all over that side. When I reached my balcony I began to strip of my sweat and dirty clad clothes throwing them to the floor and jumping into the shower. Once I was clean and dry I walked back into my room.

My room was probably my second favourite place to be. It was of course like all the other rooms in the large mansion, fancy wallpaper with a high ceiling and a crystal chandelier that hung straight down lighting up the whole room. The giant bed had four post of each corner where drapes hung so I could sleep until noon and not even notice it was light out- of course I was never allowed to do that-. There was a vanity, and a desk and double doors that led to a giant closet filled with clothes that I never wore. But luckily I had a cupboard in the way back that held the clothes I picked out myself. Unfortunately on occasions like these I was forced to wear what they made me. In this case a long yellowish-white dress with a ruffly skirt and a ribbon that wrapped around me and tied into a bow on the side. It was the only thing that my mother and I could agree on.