Secret Royalty

Chapter Seventeen

After work, Pierce and I trudged through the woods behind her house.

“Where is it again?” I had asked.

“Just follow me.”

We continued for a few minutes before arriving at the tree house we had made years prior with Dean and Ethan. It wasn’t the best one I had seen, but it served a purpose; for four people who didn’t know how to build anything, it was amazing. With thick pieces of wood and jagged corners, the “Sex Shack” was overwhelming.

Pierce and I climbed up the ladder of the forgotten box quicker than ever before. The walls were now dirtier, but they were still clean in a way- except for the paint. There were old books and papers scattered universally, which I assumed were now home to bugs, but the Sex Shack was ours until death pardoned us.

“This place is official gross,” I remarked, kicking leaves out the ‘door’ with my boot.

Pierce scoffed, “when was it ever clean?”

“Oh, right. I guess it never was,” I chuckled with a light smile, pulling my legs up onto the windowsill with the rest of my body. While still sitting, I shuffled around in my messenger bag to find my sketchbook, which turned out to be an easy task.

I penciled for a few moments, carving Pierce’s outline into the paper. She was often my muse, well, before I had met Jed. “So, talk to me. I like when artwork talks,” I said, allowing myself a quick look at the pumpkin-head.

“Story?”

I nodded.

Pierce began with a devilish grin, or so I imagined. My eyes were still glued to the pencil tip and wouldn’t allow to be relocated.

“Once, there was this fox with a tail as quick as the moon. She ran through the trees, dashing from shadow to shadow, breathing a silent breath. This fox had left her family behind, searching for her destiny- or so she thought. She ran through the woodlands, the fields, and even around lakes, but Destiny could not be found. She thought she was doing the right thing.

The fox found a cave, a nice place to live for a short time. She decided to sojourn there, but didn’t know the consequences. An additional creature lived there: a small, attentive fox. It had bright blue eyes, wavy brown fur, and paws that could ease the blind. But this fox did not scare the quick tail fox away. He took her under his wing and helped her.

So then, Blue Eyes accompanies Quick Tail on her journey for Destiny, taking injuries, challenges, and other random difficulties. Then they found Destiny. The end, bitches.”

“There’s only one bitch here, babe,” I stated mockingly, a playful snarl timid behind my voice. My sketch of Pierce was close to being finished, nevertheless her dramatic movements during the fox tale.

“Shut it.”

“So, what’s the moral of Jed Fox and Emilia Fox Take On the Wastelands?” While I talked and inspected my work, my teeth scratched as my thumb.

Pierce shrugged. “IDunno.”

“Your story sucks then,” I said.

“But it involves foxes!” Pierce pleaded.

“But the foxes should have a plot!” I exclaimed back.

Pierce sighed, her head thumping the window as she slumped downwards theatrically. “Whatever. Take it or leave it. I’m storied out,” she jerked up her chin, “you try it.”

“What?”

“Story time.”

“I’ll cream you, are you sure?”

“Go for it.”

 “So, there’s this girl with bright blue hair, these fuggin crazy socks, and a pierced lip who really likes lollypops,” I start.

She nods. “Go on.”

“And she really likes this guy named Steve, but Steve really likes pandas. So Lollypops and Steve can’t be together because she shoves nail polish up her nose.”

“You couldn’t think of anything could you?”

“Nope.”

I smudged Pierces hair with my pointer finger and added eyelashes. “Lemme think for a minute,” I affirmed.

Then, a few seconds later, I started. “Imagine a world so peaceful that even silence was loud. A butterfly’s wings kept the steady breath of the living and the feathers from distant birds drifted around like clouds. The world was so small, tiny, and fragile that even a blade of grass could come to tackle its residents. A single leaf could cover its surface entirely.

The people, who are just as breakable as the universe, roam just as contentedly. What would happen if someone came and stole the world? What if it flew with the wind? The answer: destruction and chaos.

On the steps of the minuscule library sat a girl just as delicate as her world. Her eyes sought for the words in a book she had recently borrowed, but they did not exist. She became exasperated- lips pursed, eyebrows sketched into a straight line, and fingers curled into fists. She searched throughout the book, but the pages were stark and blank. She was downhearted too early, for there was one word. The book quantified ‘SEE’ obscurely on the final page.

After viewing the peculiar term, she shut the book and scrutinized upwards. What she saw was not difficult to describe, but difficult to view. All objects about her leisurely dissolved. The girl had read about such things, but had not experienced them herself.

When the objects’ abscond was quelled, she was left in a timberland of white. Her world, or the one she once claimed to fathom wholly, was possessed. Her deliberations about life were soon to transform. She distinguished this quickly.

Once she grimaced to herself, the girl began her journey. A rush of desolation cleaned over her. It laced through the ends of her hair, crushed her grey eyes shut, and pressed her face into an unpleasant posture. Everything she had known about her dainty, feeble cosmos was gone. All she had was herself. It was time for her to fight the battle with the newfound wasteland. “Well, I do have my Ipod,” she thought encouragingly.”

 After I finished, I snottily commented, “I win.”

“I know,” she exhaled, “get back to drawing my legendary bod.”

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