Isabell was walking through the hallways of her house, her butler, James, at her side. They were talking about this and that, how the weather had pleasantly turned nice, when all of a sudden, Isabell stopped. She was looking up at an old family portrait. It showed her, her sister, and their parents. Isabell’s lip curled, “I always hated her.” The butler looked at her, “What?” “My sister, you idiot,” Isabell snapped, “She was always just so ‘nice’ and so ‘caring’. And now I have to deal with her children.” “She had children?” James asked. “Yes,” Isabell sneered, “Horrid little retches that have been out on the streets. Unfortunately, one of them looks just like me. A stupid little girl named Clara.” “What are you gonna do about them?” The butler asked. Isabell smirked a little, “First, I just have to find them. Then…….” she smiled. Then she turned to her butler, “Go get me some tea. I’ll be in the parlor.” She started walking down the hallway. Just as she was about to turn around the corner at the end of it, she turned around. “Oh, and while you’re at it, burn that painting.” She whipped around on her heel and disappeared.
Change whatever you want, sorry I changed the order of events a little. Also sorry, this is really bad.
