Jasmine was walking through the marketplace. This wasn't her first time, but every new marketer or actor surprised her in good and in bad ways. She bumped into a man, and her shawl came down, showing her hair. "I'm so sorry," she said. I hope no one saw that, she thought. Aladdin was sitting up on a canopy high above her, but he still saw a clear shot of her as she pulled her shawl back over her head. But the princess was oblivious to the street rat'. Jasmine walked through the market, looking at all the different shops. When she saw a little boy trying to get an pple, she gave it to him, forgetting the fact that these were places that she had to pay at.
"I hope you can pay for that!" A middle-aged man growled.
"Oh, yes, of course. Here's a gold piece," the princess said, and flipped it at him. That seemed to satisfy him, and she continuedon her walk around the marketplace.
"Hello!" A voice startled her. She turned around and saw a boy in apurple vest and white pants looking at her. "You don't look like you're from around here."
"Not from in the marketplace, no." Jasmine answered. "But I live closer than you think."
"Do you want to come to my place?" The boy asked.
"Sure," the princess answered, and took the boy's hand. They ran to a crumbled building, and the boy led him up a staircase, warning her about low boards. When they finally reached the top, she realized how much she had taken her life for granted. This boy didn't have much, but yet he seemed to be surviving.
"I know, it's not much, but it's got a great view!" He moved a sheet, and it revealed the palace that Jasmine lived in. She frowned at the sight of it.
"Oh, yes. It's wonderful." She said gloomily, turning away from it.