Ch.1 Late For Training

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"Oh my goodness!!!Charlotte's gonna kill me!!!"

Clarabelle grabbed her hat, grabbed her bag, and bolted out the door.

She zipped past her neighbors and darted toward the park.

"Where is she?" Charlotte thought as she poured another cup of tea to keep her from getting bored.

Just as she finished pouring the tea an exhausted, dirt covered lady collapsed in front of her.

She took a minute to calm down as her friend just sighed disapprovingly.

"This is the fifth time this week," Charlotte said dully, showing no expression other than disappointment.

"I-I kn-now," Clarabelle said, still catching her breath.

Charlotte sighed, "I don't know how you'll ever make your parents believe that you can handle yourself if you keep this up."  

"G-give m-me a br-reak, ok?" Clarabelle replied, dusting off the dirt and twigs in her fur.

"Alright, we might as well take a break now, I need to use the bathroom anyways." Charlotte left Clarabelle alone as she hurried to the nearest stall.

"Ugh, when will she ever be proud of me?" Clarabelle asked herself.

An hour later...

"Remember, always keep your head down low and never show any expression unless permitted so and remember to-"

Clarabelle cut her off as she checked her small watch for the time.

"Oh no, I've got to go to my flower shop! I'll see you later ok! Thanks!"

Before she could scold her for the many rules she had broken in her guide, she zipped off, leaving a few petals behind from her hat.

Charlotte sighed for nearly the hundredth time that day and packed up her belongings.

"It's going to be a long month." she lamented to herself.


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