Forced to Live the Life of a Commoner

Old Mcdonald? Hell no.

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“Are you kidding me? You expect me to live here in this dump, in the middle of god knows where?”

I huffed to myself as I stepped over a pile of dung. I pinched the bridge of my nose, my siblings, both the age of four, grinned as they ran towards the chicken coop. Apparently they didn't mind that they'll be living on Old McDonald's farm. I, on the other hand, did. 

“Don't touch them! They are dirty!” I called out to my sister who neared a chicken. Or, a hen? It's not like I can tell the difference.

“They are perfectly fine to touch,” laughed an old lady who sat on the porch of her home, my grandmother. I only saw her a few times, but I easily recognized her, thanks to her smelly perfume. Her perfume was the scent of cherries, an odd scent for an old lady. She stood up from her rocking-chair, crouching down, and opening her arms wide.

“Come here children! Come and give granny a hug!”

My sister beamed happily as she threw her arms around our grandmother. However, my brother, just stared up at her and shyly hid behind my legs.

“Awe, shy just like your mother, aren't you?” Laughed grandmother.

I frowned at the mention of my mother. Mother, along with father, were killed in a car accident. Apparently, a drunk driver crashed into my parent's limo. They both were killed, along with our personal chauffeur, whom I've known since I was a toddler. I lost three important people that day. After my parent's died, it was settled that I would live with my only alive relative, my grandmother.

Grandmother must have noticed my frown, because she quickly changed the subject, and said, “You guy's must be tired. Go and get your bags and come inside.”

I noticed that our baggage was being placed on the ground by the taxi driver. Right. No more servants to do everything. “Will, Liz, carry your bags.” I ordered as I threw my suitcase over my shoulder. Most of our stuff should already be inside in our rooms.

I was about to head inside when I noticed the twins stuggling.

“Oh, for goodness sake.” I grabbed both of the twin's small bags, and hoisted them over my other shoulder.

“Come on, let's go inside. Grandmother isn't going to hold the door open forever.”

“I know!” Elizabeth hollered as she ran into the house, William tailing closely behind his sister.

The first thing that I noticed, was how simple everything was. There were no grand staircases, or jewel-studded chandeliers. No, the staircase looked like it was about to fall off the wall, and the 'chandelier,' was a small lamp with a hideous floral design. Grandmother had money, but unlike my parent's, she didn't want to flaunt it.

“Your room is upstairs. The first door on the left.” Grandmother explained.

“Room?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow. We weren't getting separate rooms? Just, a room? A single room?

“Yes, a room. You'll be sharing.” Grandmother put simply with a smile. “That isn't a problem, is it?”

“A problem? Are you kidding me? Of course it's a-”

“Nope! Not at alls!” Elizabeth interrupted as she threw her tiny arms around my legs. “I want to share a room with big brother!"

“Seriously...?” I asked as I stare down at my sister in shock.

“Yes! Seriously!” Elizabeth said with a nod.

I turned my gaze to my brother, who nodded in agreement. “Then... I guess it's fine...”

“Great! If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. You are free to explore the house and neighborhood. Just be sure to be back at home by dinner, 6:00.” Grandmother called out as she slid on into another room.

“Right,” I sighed, before starting up the stairs, the twins following behind.

I stopped at the first door, popping it open and peeking my head inside. Just like the house, it was small. Just like the rest of house, it was decorated with floral patterns.

“I'm in hell...” I grumbled as I tossed my suitcase onto my bed. No, correction, Elizabeth's, William's, and, my bed. We were sharing... Great.

“What's hell? Elizabeth asked as she peeked out of the window. Thankfully, before I had to explain, she yelled, “Cows!!!”

“What?” I made my way to the window, glancing down below. Liz was right, there were cows, a bunch of them; the more I looked outside, the more I realized, grandmother owned more animals. Right below us, were pigs, and farther out west, were horses.

“Great. This is just great.” I grumbled as I allowed myself to fall onto the bed. I hated animals, and I'm pretty sure they hated me just as much.

“It is great!” Elizabeth agreed. Obviously, she didn't get my sarcasm.

I just laid there, shut my eyes, and tried to pretend I was back in the mansion. I didn't want to live here. I hated it. I probably would have fallen asleep, if it wasn't for something prodding at my head.

“Stop it,” I groaned, assuming it was one of the twin's.

“Not doing it.” Elizabeth called out with a giggle.

I opened my eyes, frowning. I tilted my head, and sure enough, it wasn't the twins. No, it was a freaking chicken, on my bed!