Rolan

(R1)

//Hi! Thanks for clicking on this story. This was written by my friend who does not have an account on this here sight and I offered to put it on here. (p.s. Aislinn is pronounced Ashlen) (p.p.s. You may want to ignore the pixie part of this story as it is meant as a joke. It really doesn't make sense, so please pay no mind)

                        Meeting

"Look what I found!" Sydney ran over, brandishing a glass jar.
"What did you find?" I stood up, brushing off my hands on my pants.
Sydney held the glass up to eye level and revealed what was in the jar. It was a little girl, about three inches tall, with glowing wings.
"Sydney! Can she breathe?"
"Yes Riley. She's fine. Isn't she cool though?"
"She's an unhappy sprite you trapped in a jar."
The sprite made a very rude gesture at Sydney.
"You can't keep her in there. It's cruel."
"No it is not! She's a rude little thing. It's a service to the rest of the world."
I grabbed the jar from Sydney, intent on setting the sprite free. She lept at me, tackling me and the jar flew out of my reach. It bounced, surprisingly not breaking. We both watched as it rolled and bumped straight into the back of someone's foot. The guy turned, surprised and reached down. He picked up the jar and, when he saw what was in it, unscrewed the jar to the lid. I sat up, brushing Sydney off me, watching as the boy talked to the sprite. The sprite, free to fly. Came zooming over to us.
"Thank you!" She said to me in the loudest voice I've heard a sprite have.
"And you!" She turned to Sydney. "You can go-" she was cut off by the arrival of her brown haired rescuer.
"Hello." He said. "I'm Nolan. Who's jar is this?"
Sydney grabbed her jar.
"Mine."
The sprite flew out of her reach.
"Why would you trap Aislinn in the jar?" He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Who's Aislinn?"
"Who do you think genius?" Aislinn the sprite did a loop-de-loop in the air.
"She's a loud sarcastic sprite. Why not?" Sydney and Aislinn were glaring daggers at each other.
"Okay... You two need to go out for coffee, visit a counselor, talk it out. I don't care. Just go." I said, looking at the two idiots. They left, arguing.
"Sorry about that." I said to Nolan.
"No problem. What's your name?"
I smiled. "Riley."