Jazzy Kiverton peered through the car window, her eyes wide with wonder and a tinge of apprehension. Everywhere she looked, she saw little girls her age, proudly wearing shimmering bracelets that glinted in the sunlight. Jazzy felt a small knot form in her stomach. "Why don't I have one of those?" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.
Jazzy helped her parents unpack, but her mind drifted back to the girls she saw outside. Her mother noticed her distraction and knelt beside her, "Remember, sweetie, being a princess is about what's inside, not about what you wear," she said softly.
Jazzy walked into the classroom, clutching her backpack tightly. She noticed all the other girls wore the same sparkling bracelets she had seen before. She felt out of place until a cheerful voice called out, "Hi! I'm Leecey!" A girl with curly hair and a big smile stood in front of her.
Leecey was full of stories about the city and its secrets. "You don't need a bracelet to be a princess, Jazzy. It's all about being kind and brave," she explained, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Jazzy listened intently, her heart lifting with each word.
Jazzy and Leecey
