Peasant…. Or Princess?- Chapter 2

I thought back to the aforementioned night of the ball. I had danced with all the sons of the people of high-society. Afterwards, I thought about how half of the people I danced with I didn’t even know. I decided to break free. I took a pad of paper and a pen and wrote down my plan.

The next morning, I awoke at dawn.  Just looking at the pink sky, with bursts of orange, peeks of yellow, and drops of lavender gave me courage. I pinned my hair up and put on rags so that I would like a boy.  I snuck downstairs and grabbed as much money as I can from my father’s money drawer in the dining room, put it in a pouch I had, and went back upstairs. I threw down some pillows to cushion my fall. I stood, poised on the railing of my balcony. I took one look at the beautiful pots of lilies and jumped. I landed with a thud on the cobblestone streets. The minute I felt the throbbing pain on the back of my head, I knew I should have positioned myself better before I jumped. I lay down on the pillows until the pain stopped. People were giving me sideways looks. I didn’t mind, since I was used to the attention because I’m, after all, the princess of England.

The sun had just risen and already the cobblestone street were filled with people, merchants, and workers. I took a bit of time to gather my wits about me. I was fourtunate enough to have left the day everybody does their shopping for the week. I followed what all the other commoners did. I went to the butcher, the bakery, and the cheese-seller. I still had to go to many more places and I had already ran out of money. I decided to do what I often see the poor children of our village doing- stealing. Creeping around, trying to remain anonymous, I stole some apples and other fruits from a fruit-seller. Alas, my plan did not work. The fruit-seller called, “Thief! Come back here!”  He then sent his guards after me. I ran, my feet pounding on the cobblestones.