The Forgotten Princess

Isabelle Cooke, 11

Preston Candover Primary School, Basingstoke

Time has forgotten me, but I still live on, kept alive by the memories of those who surround me. I am deceased but to her my dear sister I am alive. Many people gathered some I know and some that knew me however to them I am a mystery, a missing part of history some might say. My presence is unknown to those who gather, some feel the warmth of my spirit as I pass by in search of my beloved sister. Even though a slight shiver is all they know of me, it comforts me that my dear sister might just look and see my pale white face smiling back.

Every cherished citizen gathered for a place to see my sister, my dear sister. I smile remembering the days of our youth. We were always close back then. I couldn’t smile with her knowing why. To see her here today is a beacon of hope and happiness spreading through me like wildfire.

I can see why everyone gathers today to see my dear sister many joyous things have taken place in her reign, the first steps on the moon, the advance in technology and the fire of Windsor Castle. Some events magnificent and some tragic. They all shall be remembered. During her speech these events are what showed me these moments of history shall be remembered.

Many voices fill the atmosphere and as the echo of the clock rings out, I slowly fade away still a smile upon my face for I seen my dear sister once again but now is my time to say goodbye not only to my sister but to the wonderful queen she has become.