“Etiquette School?!” Screeched a very horrified Harper. “It's only for a year honey.” her Irritable mother said. “A year!? By the time I see you again I’ll be seventeen!” Harper started to panic, “I can’t go, it'll be horrible! There will be snotty people and… and…” she stuttered. “And what?” Her father said. “I’ll have no friends at all!” she yelled. “Well… you will get visits once a month from us or your friends…” Her mother said “but mom I…” “No buts Harper, its starts next month so get packed.” Her father stated. She stalked up to her room and yanked two suitcases out of her walk-in closet and started to pack. UHG! This is so unfair… nevermind. Hmmmmm a year, I won't need ALL of my clothes then, will I? She pulled a large stack of shirts, pants, underwear and other things like three necklaces and some earrings out of a jewelry box. Ugh, what other things would I need? Well some makeup of course and blankets and stuff. Harper gathered all the necessities and started to think, If it IS going to be a year then I can get other stuff too… like my stuffed wolf and my camera and phone, DUH! After shoving the rest of her stuff in her bags and got on her phone and dialed her best friend Lacey Mckinley from school.
“Uh Hello? Harper here.” “Heyyyyy girl! Whats up?” Lacey said through the call. Harper explained what was happening and added “... It’s going to be a YEAR before I see you again Lacey! A YEAR!!” “WHAT?! You’re going for a year!? That's awful! But didn’t you tell your parents you’d rather spend that time in summer camp?” Lacey mumbled, “I couldn't Lace, they just said ‘Its starting next month so go and pack.’ I have no idea how I can make use of Etiquette School! It’s utterly ridiculous!” Harper lamented. “Well I got to go and eat dinner, see you.” The soft bleep from the phone indicated she hung up. Harper sighed, “when will I get off? First zoo volunteering that I’m forced into, then a month long camp about geography, and now this?” she groaned. “What’ll I do?”
ONE MONTH LATER
“Goodbye honey!” her mother called as the double-decker bus strode off to the school. “Do call!” Harper’s father called. “Okay father! Bye!” she slumped back into her seat and closed the window. A feeling of dread and excitement swirled in her stomach and formed a tight knot, but soon enough she almost yelled “Lacey!” Her friend was standing next to her with a sneaky grin. “Harper! I asked my mom if I could go too as a surprise, and she said yes!” she scooted over to the empty seat next to her best friend and whipped out her phone and clicked on a website. On it there was a picture of a large castle with writing under it that said,
Welcome to the Etiquette Academy for The Gifted
“Wuah! I had no idea it was at a castle!” Harper squeaked “I know right? Its crazy! And, by the way, it's not only for girls!” Lacey said. Harper looked at her quizzically “Well, that's what I thought at least.” Lacey explained “But get this, a REAL prince and princess are coming! Isn't that crazy?” Shock flashed across Harpers face. “What!?” she whisper-screamed “Y-you mean we’ll be in the same classes as… royalty!?” “Yep!” her friend said. “It’s insane!” Harper’s excitement lowered a little and turned into boredom “Uhg, I just remembered that this bus ride is going to be two hours long!” Lacey grimaced “Ew, I hate busses, they smell strange.” Harper laughed “Not this one! To me it smells like lavender.” Lacey sniffed the air looking sort of like a dog “Woah, it does… weird” Harper giggled. “Hey dog girl!” A mean voice said, “smell any garbage today?” Laughter erupted from the back, where the voice was coming from. Lacey stiffened. Harper’s eyes widened. Lacey could be aggressive to people who insulted her or her friends. “What did you just say?” Lacey said in a calm tone getting up from her seat and looking behind her. A tall boy with black hair and blue eyes got up and walked up to her with a savage grin. He wore denim shorts and a pink tee shirt with a popular band on the front and a gold watch on his wrist. Lacey was quite tall as well so they stood nose to nose. “I said, dog girl, smell any garbage today?” The laughing got louder. “Say that again, pinky!” Lacey retorted. His smile flickered from a frown and back into a smirk “would you say that to a prince?” lacey gasped along with harper and most of the bus. “Y-you are p-prince Mackenzie?”
His smirk fell “I’d rather you call me Mack.” Harper gathered her courage and stood up “Well you sure don’t sound like any prince, was this the reason why you are going to etiquette school?” she said in a mocking tone. Rage and, to Harper, something like fear flashed across Mack’s face “you say that again, I dare you.” Harper smiled “my pleasure, was this the reason why you are going to etiquette school?”
All I got. Its not completely romance! Ew!
Here's the other.
The Epic of Dechanti, my favorite legend of the kingdom of Xxercis. Yes, I have a favorite legend. I know it’s kind of strange to have a favorite legend, but I have a reason. Xxercis has hundreds of legends. They are all studied in school, which I don’t personally mind because reading is amazing, but The Epic of Dechanti is the most studied one. This is because there are so many artifacts and strange changes in weather that all point to it being true. There is even living proof! The king of Xxercis is king Ferdinand, and he is the living proof. Well, for this to make sense I’ll need to tell you the story.
On one starry winter night, twins were born to the queen of Xxercis, boy and girl. The boy was born healthy and strong and was named Ferdinand. The girl was pale as moonbeams and was named Dechanti. She was born without feet and had only three fingers on each hand . They had a blacksmith fix iron prongs to the edge of her legs so she could walk. She was the elder of the two and heir to the throne. Some said it was a bad omen, others said faery cursed. The queen and king ignored such thoughts and were overjoyed that they even had children at all. As they grew, the prince and princess were the best of friends. When the king and queen died, the people grieved and so did the twins. Dechanti was their new queen, but soon had to leave to make peace with a neighboring kingdom. Ferdinand took over her place when she left, but was a horrible ruler. He was greedy for power and money. He raised taxes and enforced terrible laws and did unjust things. Yet when Dechanti came back and realized these horrible deeds, she was for the blame. Ferdinand told the people that she had enforced the laws in letters, and he chased her out of the kingdom. To make it seem like he was saving them from a monstrous evil, he banished her to the moon. She sat there, mourning over what her brother had done when she was met by a lunar spirit. The spirit said to her, “Dear child, do you just sit and let him torture you? Do you not retaliate? Throw your enchanted knife to Lilith, and it will guide a hero to break the spell.” Then she vanished. Dechanti marveled at her luck and threw her knife towards the beautiful planet, it arced and disappeared from sight. Dechanti still waits for the destined hero to break her banishment to the moon.
Yes, Lilith is the name of our planet, but Ferdinand denies having a sister at all. I don’t believe him. But others say he must be correct because he is the king. Suspicious right? Well, my name is Aerith, and my best friends names are Pyralis, Iseult, and Dagen. We kinda have a club about proving that the legends are true, but we haven't really proved anything. Yet. We’ve got a lot of proof, but nothing much. I have really been wanting to focus on The Epic of Dechanti, because, well, there’s living proof! But the adventure really started when I was talking to Iseult…
School is out
The bell rang for school, finally! Iseult and I walked out the door of the Runes classroom and started to talk. “Man, Runes are pretty cool, but they make it so boring!” Iseult yawned, “Let’s go find Pyral and Dagen, here hop on my back.” This might sound strange to a normal reader, unless I explain. Iseult is a centaur. And, to explain further, Dagen’s mom was a dryad and so he has horns. We found them talking just outside math class. “Hey guys! Whatcha talking about?” I said. “Oh, um just talking about the next math quiz.” Pyralis replied, totally suspicious, “Uhg, want to get some lunch guys? I'm starving!” “Yeah, I am pretty hungry too.” Dagen grimaced at the thought of food. We headed to an old treehouse in Pyralis’ backyard. That's the place where we have all of our club meetings. And also lunch.
It wasn’t that old, just worn. Lilith’s atmosphere peels paint pretty quickly and it also just in general can make buildings look old. The inside of the treehouse was painted green (Pyralis’ favourite color) and had a circular rug on the floor, two desks, four chairs, and plans, pictures, maps and lists tacked all over the walls. Then out of the blue Dagen said, “Guys, the thing me and Pyral were talking about wasn’t then next math test.” Pyral nodded so fast I thought his head might fall off. “We have our first lead!” My eyes probably widened so much, they almost popped out of my head. “What kind of lead?” Iseult said. “Well… It’s about you, Air.” I shook myself a little. “Me? What is it?” Dagen looked uncomfortable. “Uh, I learned, according to your birth date, you were born under a Dechanti Eclipse. It happens once every ten years.” I gaped at him. “I… Was what?”
Done! What do ya think?