A Masked Fairytale.

Chapter 1

Azure's P.O.V

"Another sunny morning, another fun-filled day." I said sarcastically to myself.

I got off my bed, let me rephrase that, I groggily pushed myself off of my surprisingly heavy comforter, rubbed my numb eyes till they started to hurt then I got up to a sitting position and unknowingly slammed my feet to the uncarpeted floor and that awoke my other parts and I suddenly stood upright.

"Shut up, I'm sleeping you Az." My brother screamed from the floor below me.

Az is my nickname for my brother once he's either mad, annoyed me or just wants to annoy me. It's like Ass but he thinks it's more "funnier" when he uses the first two letters of my name.

I walked to my bathroom, and stood still and stared at the mirror. I didn't usually do this since every morning I'm 3/4 asleep and my eyes are the ones affected most. So I have the balance or buoyancy of a 350 pound 50 year old, or you could say that I got no Center of Gravity, that's right Physics I remember your shit.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw well, a monstrosity. Consisting of brown eyes both eyelids helplessly staying open, brown wavy hair that looks like an origami gone wrong, cheeks with saliva on parts of it and a hunch for a back.

I may not be the perfect girl with curly blonde locks, electric but tame blue eyes, cheek bones on point, literally, legs that go on for miles and a size 2.

I ain't no Barbie doll but I may be a Barbeque.

I laughed at my joke "Damn why do I have these jokes when no one is around?" I said to no one in particular.

I hopped of the vain bus and headed to shower town where I also brush my teeth, multitasking to the max. Then I go and deposit some numbers mainly #1 and or #2 if you know what I mean.

After that I walked out and towards my closet with a towel around my body while I picked out a t-shirt that says "mornings for me are mournings for my bed." and a light blue short.

I went down to the ground floor of my three leveled home where it had the living room, dining room, kitchen, guest bedroom and bathroom. It may sound big but believe me it's small.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked my brother as I entered the kitchen sniffing the air "Or should I say, what's the menu for my funeral?" I said as I walked to see what the hell he was cooking, or killing.

"Pancakes and waffles, want one?" He asked. More like 'burnt' pancakes and waffles to me.

I got 2 pieces of pancakes and waffles and grabbed the chocolate syrup and knife to cut out the burnt pieces of his "cooking".

I opened the chocolate syrup and squeezed our hoping to see chocolate drizzling from it but nothing came out.

"Why does the chocolate syrup contain absolutely nothing?" I asked him in a slightly aggravated tone.

"Your face contains absolutely nothing." He came back with.

"Your comebacks are like your cooking." I said eating a piece of my pancake.

"Burnt? Cause whenever I have a comeback they say 'ooooh burn!' To you." He said proudly.

"No." I said flatly.

"Killer? Cause whenever I have a comeback they say 'ooooh you're dead cause that was killer.' To you." He said proudly again.

"No, they're dry and meaningless." I said as I walked to the dining area.

"Yeah you better run!" He said trying to gain back his dignity.

After a few minutes he came and sat down opposite of me with a plate of 8 pancakes and another plate of 6 waffles.

"Who's gonna eat those?" I asked with a bewildered expression.

"Me, duh." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Fat ass." I said.

"I heard that!" He yelled at me.

"Well I said it loud!" I yelled back.

After that and a few other useless arguments the door bell rang.

My brother swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped the other food particles surrounding his mouth.

He walked to the door and asked who was it but nobody answered.

He opened the door and looked around to see who was fooling us. And his eyes bulged as he bent down and grasped a letter in his hand and walked to me.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A letter, duh." He retorted back.

"Oh shut up." I waved him off afterwards.

"It's addressed to you and I, from the Royal palace." He said as he say down and tore the letter open.

"Dear, Cobalt and Azure Thompson.

The soon to be Queen, Princess Angelica has requested your presence for the annual fall ball at the palace on the third day of the next week, we would be delighted if both of you could be there to celebrate the night.

Attire:
Gentlemen-Black and White suite either bow or tie.
Ladies-Any color of ball gown, must not be a cocktail dress or any dress above your knee.

P.S it shall be a masquerade ball.

Yours truly,
Ass.Thomas Wainword"

Coby was smiling widely as he finished reading the letter aloud so I don't bug him afterwards to read it to me.

"Change now, we are going to find ourselves a suit and tie and a ball gown, we are going to the ball." He said as he was dashing up the stairs to change our of his sleeping clothes.

"But what if I don't want to go to the ball." I muttered to myself as I dragged myself up the stairs.