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of FlowerField. The
fallen petals that coat the road were scattered about as two gorgeous white stallions carrying a
marvelous carriage galloped through the town. Trumpets blared and cheers resounded through every
corner of FlowerField to celebrate the arrival of the prestigious family.
I tossed on my best dress and hurried to the grand apple tree ever so wonderfully coated with the soft
pink hue of apple blossoms, there the Duke stood at a podium delivering his speech full of promises to
better our small town, but it didn’t take long for me to become bored, I was 13 and all too uninterested
in the state of our deteriorating water supply.
Alas, something new grabbed my attention. It was a boy, around my age – he sat to the side of the stage
picking up small bricks just to throw them down again. I noticed his clothes, unwrinkled and stainless, he
was so obviously the Duke’s son.
The state of his boredom caught my interest so I squeezed through the crowd and went around the tree
to arrive behind him. I pssted and threw twigs until he turned around and eyes like a clear morning sky
greeted me.
He stuck his index finger at his chest as if questioning if it had been him I was trying to talk too. I could
only smile as I signaled him to follow me before running off into a nearby patch of trees. I could soon
hear his eager feet scurrying behind me as we exchanged laughter.
Beyond the patch of trees was a wide meadow, leveled ground with low grass and wild flowers all for a
kid to enjoy. He lit up in excitement as his eyes explored this new setting – something he’d never known
of from life in the city.