The Ukulele Tree (On Hold))

Chapter 2 Little runaway

Hey, this is chapter two!!! Hope you like! After this I'm going to add a few more perspectives other then Sofy's. YAY!

P.S. I just had chocolate, YUM.

P.S.S. Here;s the money system, incase you get confused:

Gold Snigg = $50

Silver snigg = $20

 Nickel flum = $10

Copper flum = $5

 Silver yach = $1

Nickel yach = $0.50

Copper yach = $0.25

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CHAPTER 2    

Sofy

   “WHAT?!?” My jaw dropped. Queen Gallia. My mom?

   “Sofy…I…” Emily’s shoulders sagged. “You’re right; I should never have kept this from you. I’m so sorry…”

    I didn’t anything but reach for her. She pulled me into a hug and I closed my eyes, concentrating on her heartbeat. Thump thump.

     I had a mom, the queen.

     Thump thump.  

     I had a dad, the King.

    Thump thump.

    I now have a full name. Sofy Falita Jacoen.

   Thump thump.

   Actually, make that Princess Sofy Falita Jacoen. I started to giggle. Princess? Me? The shock was settling in. This is real? I mean, this isn't some duke and duchess...

 I pulled away from Emily and she put both hands on my shoulders, studying me.

 “Your father doesn’t know.” She whispered, as if someone would hear her.

 I was suddenly more confused. “Know what?”

 “That you’re his daughter. The Queen, that horrid creature," Emily shuttered, "told him that you were a stillborn. He has no idea you’re his daughter!” Emily’s eyes were brimming with tears.

 Questions bubbled in my mind. What!?

 “Emily, tell me everything. Now, please?” I asked, sounding desperate at the end.

 “Ok…ok,” Emily said shakily and we sat down, Emily spilling out the truth that landed me in a house arrest up in a tree for 14 years.

                                                    ~

  That night I looked up at the stars through the window above my bed. Emily told me how my father was gone when I was born, and my mother locked me up on the account of my ears. And then she declared I was dead and got tons of symphony she didn’t deserve. I guess she loved acting, with a passion. What a fake she is! But my father actually thinks I’m dead!

  I got up and looked in the mirror on the trunk of the tree. The moon was shinning brightly enough that I could see the silhouette of myself, and my dastardly large ears. These out sized ears were the cause of all my problems, mainly with the biggest problem of being locked up with ‘the decision of 20 years’.

  I looked at myself one last time, then went back under the covers of my bed. Despite the warm late spring weather we've had, it still got somewhat chilly during the night.