-Elizabeth's p.o.v.-
*back story*
"Mom, can I please play in the yard?" I asked as politely as an adventurous 7 year old could.
"Ok, dear, but be carful." She replied after thinking for a long time.
"Thank you." I curtsied and walked to the jungle like back yard. I ran around trying to catch a butterfly when a ball flew over the tall fence.
I heard a rustling sound come from the bushes and a boy came out. He looked about my age. He stared at me as I stared back at him.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked calmly after a long silence.
"I'm Oliver and I came to get my ball. There is a hole in the fance behind the bushes, that's how I got in. Now who are you?" He answered quickly.
"I am Princess Elizabeth." I curtsied as my mother and father taught me but, to my surprise, he didn't bow back.
"I'll call you Izzy." He smiled and put his hand out for me to shake.
My heart skipped a beat and a shock his hand.
"We are going to be best friends!!! I just know it!!!" Oliver exclaimed.
I giggled and to my surprise, he was right. We are best friends.
