...Cocoa.

Cocoas going to be her replacement. Shes in her room, thinking about it. As she lays in her Flower surrounded bed, as a bit of her flowers slop out of her head, due to her being a basket. "W͜͡h͜͡a͜͡t͜͡ w͜͡i͜͡l͜͡l͜͡ i͜͡t͜͡ f͜͡e͜͡e͜͡l͜͡ l͜͡i͜͡k͜͡e͜͡ b͜͡e͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡ a͜͡ n͜͡o͜͡r͜͡m͜͡a͜͡l͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡o͜͡n͜͡? W͜͡i͜͡l͜͡l͜͡ I͜͡ b͜͡e͜͡...A͜͡b͜͡a͜͡n͜͡d͜͡o͜͡n͜͡e͜͡d͜͡?"she thougt to herself, starting to feel wilted. A small tear running down her patterned head.