* they both meet at the place*
"Hey Alex," said Emma in a soft voice
"Hey Emma so what did you want to meet me?" said Emma
"I wanted to talk about getting some people together" Elaxined Alexander.
"You mean Hazel and Issac?" said Emma
"Yes I mean come on you see the way they both look at each other they are meant to be together. I just think that need some help" said Alexander
"I agree but how are going to get them together they both?" Asked Emma
*They keep on talking and make a plan*
*meanwhile in Hazels room*
Hazel pov
I was just chilling in my room. to be honest, after that talk I had with Emma I can't get Issac off my mind and realizing how much I love him. About he probably does not like me back so I might as well start to used to these feelings. I heard a konk at the door. they asked if they can come in I said yes.
"Hello darling," said mum
"Hey, mum" I respond back.
" you know you can always ask me for, advice" mum said in a low nice voice while Natalie in her arms asleep.
" I know can I get some advice now mum?" I asked
"Yeah honey" Answered back
"Well I like this boy a lot and I don't know if he likes me and I want to invite him to the big ball tomorrow night what should I do?" inquire Hazel
" well that's hard but what I would suggest is to ask him and if he says no he said no but if he says yes then ask him if he likes you at the ball but who is this boy?" said Mum
" Well you know that boy Issac the one that is Alexander best friend," Hazel said anxiously
" well okay and honey I love you," mum said
"I love you too mum" Hazel answer back
*Natalie started to wake up*
"well I better go," said mum
"okay good night mum" Hazel said
" night honey' mum replied with Natalie looking back at me waving and mum back to me.
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The true air to the throne
FantasyThis is a story about a young princess waiting to become queen but has some people telling her she can't. will she rise above it or fall under the presser. Notes: Each chapter will be published once a month or every couple of weeks: thanks for re...
