The morning sun hit Barbara right in the eyes.

"Ughh. Mornings." The 21 year old covered her head with the blanket.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

The unnecessarily loud clock tower chimed six times telling Barbara it was indeed 6 o'clock and that she had to get out of bed. She threw on the same ragged dress she wore everyday and desended from her room in the attic.

She rushed to the kitchen to start making her aunts' brefast. Pancakes for aunt Harley, eggs for aunt Selina, and fruit salad for aunt Ivy. This might sound simple but Harley's pancakes have to cooked to a perfect golden brown, Selina likes her eggs differently every morning, and Ivy needs the perfect ratio of the differnt kinds of fruit. Long story short it's practlcally impossible to make brefast.

But Barbara managed. After 11 Years you get used to this sort of thing. She quickly ran up the stairs pulling open the drapes open as she did, letting beams of light fill the dark house.

Barbara silently went to each room and placed the brefast on the table next to the beds. She than swept, the kitcheh, washed the dishes, prepared a meal for Iris (Selina's evil cat, who Barbara could not stand), and read a chapter of a book she loved dearly.

The book was old and tattered and Harley had declared it 'stupid' so it was intended to be burnt. Barbara saved the book, because she loved reading. The second barbata had it in her hands she read it.

It was a fantastic story about a knight who was on a quest to save his kingdom from all evil. The knight also had young, witty successor, who as a young girl Barbara fancied greatly. Barbara knew every word of the story because she had read it countless times over, but it was one of the only joys she had left there was no way she was going to let it soil through her fingers.

"BARBARA!" Harley called, "I NEED SOMEONE TO DRAW MY BATH!"

Barbara trudged to the bathroom where she filled the tub and added bubbles. (Harley would not take a bath without bubbles.)

After more cleaning and dressing her aunts, Barbara relized it was only 10:30 in the morning.

But somehow there was more cleaning to be done. There was ALWAYS more cleaning to be done.

Than it was time to give Isis a bath.

It was almost insane how one cat could be so viscous.

"Get in the-you sneaky little! Owwww! I hate you." Was Barbara's conversation with the hellish animal. Then after tending to her cat inflicted wounds Barbara had a break.

Until she relized it was time to make her aunts lunch.

Than there was Landry to be done and dishes to wash.

The cycle of clean, make food, and do ridiculous, usally painful, tasks for her aunts was what always happend. That did not mean Barbara did not hate it with a passion.

At least the day ended. Barbara climed the stairs to her room and threw on her ratty nightgown.

Anthor day gone.

Anthor day wasted.

Barbara looked out the small window at the night sky. The stars filled the sky with a beatiful light like no other.

"Give me one more chance at happiness," Barbara whispered to no one. Just one more chance."

Somehow, as Barbara layed on her bed, she could have sworn she heard a woman's voice.

"You will have your chance soon enough."

Before Barbara could think, she fell into a deep sleep.

Note.
Hey People I just wanted to let you know this is NOT going to be the whole story. This is just the setup. I'll have more diagule and POV'S in the next chapter(s). We also get to meet Prince Richard next chapter. Get excited.
BUT STAY WHELMED!
(I'm so weird.)
♡Princess Pixie♡