The Curse of Lifia Starr

So this is the page for my story: The Curse of Lifia Starr! I will put my updated chapters on here periodically! Here it goes!!!!
This Message has been pre-recorded by Beatrix Ace and her partner Sparrow Rhys. Memorize and destroy this story when you finish, for if you don’t, it might come for you...
Chapter 1/2:
New Narrators on the Block
Is this thing on? It is? Oh good! Hello! My name is Beatrix Ace and this is my partner in narrating, Sparrow Rhys. We are here to tell the story of Lifia Starr. Now Lifia’s tale is no ordinary tale. It has twists and turns you won’t see coming. It has nice people, mean people and people you want to throw a gremlin at. But don’t hurt the gremlin! Trust us, you’ll want to keep him safe! Now, sit down, relax and enjoy the ride. Trust us, it's going to be a bumpy one.
Chapter 1:
The Disastrous Birth
“Lifia? Lifia where are you?” Dahlia exclaims. 
Dahlia is Lifia’s sister by the way. Dahlia walked into Lifia’s sleeping chamber. “Ughhhh. Can’t a girl get some sleep?” Lifia whines. 
“Li,” Dahlia says, “you do realize it is ten in the morning right! Also, you aren’t a little kid anymore! Today, you are officially 13. You are a teenager! You need to stop moping around on your birthday.” 
“Dahls, my birthday’s are always a disaster. Last year it was the exploding birthday cake. The year before that it was the floor waxing disaster of 2020! Everyone at the party broke a bone one way or another! My own birth got messed up. Mom is dead because of me!”
“You have to stop blaming yourself for that!” Lifia’s father, King Leopold III of Baleal said. Did I not mention that Lifia is a royal? Silly me! They have a gargantuan palace. They have many maids and chefs but they don't feel like they are working. They feel like they are with family.
“Your mother’s death was NOT your fault.” Leopold explained. “Your mother was already weak after she got the plague a few months before. We all knew she might not have survived...” His voice cracked.
The king looked away blinking hard, trying to not show weakness. “The point is… your mother’s death wasn’t your fault. You must stop blaming yourself for that and you must stop moping around on your birthday. Are we clear?”
“But-” Lifia tried.
“But nothing! Are we clear?”
“Yes Father.” Lifia said annoyed.
“Alright! Now go get ready! We have a party to plan!”