Fairytale
A love story…
“Good afternoon class, I certainly hope that you had an enjoyable lunch. Today we will be talking about World War Two because a: I am required to talk about it during this World History class. And b: Today just happens to be Hitler’s birthday, as I’m sure none of you knew,” said Mrs. Kensington. Why does she doubt us so? Maybe it’s just me but I defiantly knew today was Hitler’s birthday! Although I can’t say the same thing for the others, I wish Mrs. Kensington would just acknowledge that I am smart, even if I may be the only smart one in this stupid school! Thank goodness I’m going to be out of here after this year.
“No, I’m not supposed to be here! I’m supposed to be at the-“said someone coming in. They sounded like they were being forced into the room. I looked back and saw the handsomest guy I had ever seen! He had brown hair that just reached his ears and these chocolate brown eyes. I knew everyone had seen him when I heard all the girls, except for me, gasp in amazement of the beautiful creature that just walked into our room. The guy looked around and smiled, I’m sure that he got a lot of attention where he was from.
He walked farther into the classroom, voluntarily this time, and started to speak to us, “Yes, I know I am so breathtakingly handsome, but I need to know how to get back to my kingdom.” Nobody said anything, I might’ve heard a few chuckles, but other than that, absolutely silent.
“Are you for real dude?” said Brad. The guy must have realized how stupid he was sounding because he stopped smiling and looked almost embarrassed. Everyone started laughing at him, I felt so bad. Mrs. Kensington just looked over at him with her I-Should-Make-Them-Stop-Laughing-But-I-Really-Don’t-Want-To look.
The guy looked back at the person who pushed him in and said, “Really, you’ve made a mistake, I shouldn’t be here.”
The man who I recognized as the janitor, Mr. Judkins, said, “Sorry kid, you said you were seventeen. Seventeen-year-olds need to be in school, unless you are telling me that you are a recognized genius and graduated school at age 9!”
“Will that get me out of here?” said the guy and more people laughed.
“No,” said Mr. Judkins. “Now sit down.”
The guy looked around a bit and decided to sit in the empty seat next to me, joy.
“Hello, my name is Allen. Thank you for not laughing at me,” he said and I felt so sorry for him! How could I not while he was staring at me with those huge brown eyes!
“No problem, but you may not want to attract so much attention for a while. I’m Lily by the way,” I said giving him a small smile. When I smiled he smiled and looked so joyful I got scared.
“You have an amazing smile,” he told me. “It could cheer the sorriest of souls up.” I looked at him and looked at him some more, he was too innocent, he could not be from around here. Was he Amish? Maybe he had been home-schooled, maybe he was a mama’s boy! Oh great, a mama’s boy! No! Maybe he was gay! Well, that would just ruin everything!
“Umm, thanks,” I said and turned around in my chair while Mrs. Kensington finally decided to get her fat butt off the chair and actually teach us something! As the hour passed I could feel Allen’s gaze on my neck. He was creepy, I have to admit.
“Is there something I can do for you?” I asked him and he looked around like I was talking to someone else. When he realized I was talking to him he bent forward and whispered in my ear, “Do you like it here? And don’t you dare lie to me because I already know the answer.” I looked at him, after only thirty minutes of knowing me, he already knew the most truthful truth there was to my life.
“No, I don’t actually, why?” I said, but before he could answer, Mrs. Kensington snapped, “Lily! Stop talking, I’m in the middle of a conversation on a subject that you probably haven’t even heard of in your ungrateful little life.” Oh, she makes me so mad!
“Want to bet?” I mumbled, but one thing about Mrs. Kensington is that she can hear EVERYTHING!
“Fine, if you want to act like that, Lily Petals-when she said my name Allen looked at me with a surprised look on his face-what is Hitler’s first name?” she said. Wow, how did she even pass college if she thinks that is hard for a senior to answer!
“Adolf,” I answered simply.
“Wrong, it’s Adolf,” she said and went back talking. I smirked at her mistake. Like usual, I was the first to get out of the classroom when the bell rang. Allen was following me, he walked funny, like he was a very proper person of nobility. I really don’t know, but he was creeping me out!
“Really, what’s your problem?” I asked him as I got to my locker and he was still behind me!
“Well, you said you don’t like it here,” he said. I still looked at him in confusion.
“I’m not from here,” he told me, again leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“I can tell,” I told him and continued to put in my locker combination.
“That’s not what I mean,” he said. “I’m a prince from the kingdom of Aumber.”
“There’s no kingdom in this world by the name of Aumber,” I said and rolled my eyes, he didn’t see that though.
“Exactly!”
