Chapter 17

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Elsa

I cried and cried when i saw that picture.The picture of the new me and the old me.

I can't stare the picture of old me because of the bad memories that happened to me when i was once Elizabeth.

Jack hugged me and said "Elsa please stop or i have to call you a crybaby"

He started to laugh. I wiped my tears and slapped him.

"How dare dare you! Can't you see im crying? Did you ever think of asking me why?"

I suddenly covered my mouth.Why did i say that? Oh no!

He leaned closer to me.He was smiling.I started to shiver because im starting to feel nervous.

"So Elsa...why are you crying?" he asked.

"I.....uh....i" those words are the words i can only say.I can't think for a reason to answer his question because i don't want to tell the truth because i can't.

"Cone on Elsa tell me" Jack impatiently said.

Sweat started rolling down my face.I really must think something now!

I looked around maybe i will think a reason.I know that im lying but i can't tell Jack the truth.

Then suddenly,a black butterfly landed on my shoulder.I looked at it and it gave me a reason to tell Jack.

I cleared my throat and said "Well i cried because of my parents.The two pictures reminds me of my mother that made me remember of my father.I soon found out that we were really look a like"

I didn't know that tears suddenly rolled down my face.Jack wiped my tears and hugged me tight.

"Im very sorry Elsa.I didn't know that my question lead you to remember your parents.Im really sorry" he said.

I looked at him and said "Its okay Jack.You don't have to apologize"

We both stood up.

"I think you must go home" he said.

"I really should be going home because Punzie is waiting for me" i said.

Then we both flew.He take me to the royal library where Punzie is waiting then he left.

I didn't got the chance to say good bye to him because he left before i could say anything.It looks like he was in a hurry.

I think he was busy so i don't have to think of that.I started to look for Punz in the library.

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