chapter 7

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           "Huh? Where am i?" Prensisco said ,confused. She noticed that she was lying on her own bed. "You fainted. Alvin saw you  at the middle of a um... a place full of snow," her grandmother replied." I heard you picked flowers for me. What for?" " I heard you cough this morning. You must be very tired. And unwell. So, i picked flowers for you." Prensisco replied feeling shy. "Why did you faint?" Prensisco’s grandmother asked. "Tell me exactly what happened."" I don’t quite remember. I just... well,  remembered that i was walking home when suddenly i just felt dizzy and everything looks blur," Prensisco said in a not so remembering tone of voice. "Go on," her grandmother said. " I don’t remember anything else." Prensisco replied, trying to recall the events that transpired today. Just now. Her grandmother sighed." You know you said that you picked flowers for me? Why did you pick cherry blossoms? Why don’t you pick the daisies that I like?" her grandmother looked at her. This expression always made Prensisco go nervous." Well, i picked it because i think it was prettier than the daisies. I guess,"  Prensisco said sighing. " What’s the matter grandma? I know you’re hiding something from me. Tell me," Prenisco pleaded. " Well than. If you want to know the truth i shall tell you the truth. You are the princess of cherry blossoms,"Prensisco’s grandmother said,"Is that a cut on your neck?" Prensisco’s grandmother asked as she examined her neck. There it was. A cut on Prensisco’s neck. One that looked at the same time deep and unserious. One that looked like the blood that bled was dried. Prensisco felt the pain and felt the urge to move away. So, she flung her neck away sending her hair flying. Trying to cover the cut." What do you mean by i am the princess of the cherry blossoms?" Prensisco asked with her hair at one side of her shoulders, emphasizing on the words i am the princess of cherry blossoms." Come. You must go meet Queen Belinda." Before Prensisco could say a word, her grandmother pulled her to the front door.

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