Not Your Average Fairytale

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

            Wynter looked back through the three messages the number had sent them after that.

            First, a warning. The way sleeping curses work is that you have until midnight of the next full moon to wake her up or she’s asleep eternally. The next full moon is tomorrow, so hurry.

            Second, I’m going to lead you through Rosalyn’s life, even the parts you don’t know about yet. You’re looking for a total of four guys and four girls, including yourselves to make up this group.

            So you need to begin with what you know. Try to think of one guy who you think Rosalyn would have picked. Who is she close to? Who could be her prince? Think carefully. Check in with me when you know.

            They’d replied and asked the number more questions, but it didn’t answer any of them. Finally, Ashleigh had wandered off to the kitchen, muttering under her breath.

            Wynter moved out of the room as well, unable to sit beside her sleeping friend any longer. She now laid sprawled on the couch, watching Ashleigh make herself lunch.

            No one spoke for a while, each girl taking in the situation in its full extent. Wynter sighed loudly, making Ashleigh glance over at her. “What happens if we don’t succeed?” she worried aloud.

            “We have to do it,” Ashleigh said, sounding more sure than she felt. “Rosalyn’s counting on us.”

            Wynter did some movement that barely resembled a shrug. “What is that supposed to mean?” Ashleigh asked with a roll of her eyes.

            “How are we supposed to be picking these guys anyways? Who we think acts like a prince? Who we think is right for Rosalyn? Who she’s closest to?” Wynter mused aloud as she sat up.

            “Maybe it’s all of them,” her friend suggested. Ashleigh finished making her sandwich and walked over to the living room as well. Taking the other couch Wynter wasn’t sitting on, she flopped into a seat.

            “And what about the other girls? I don’t know anyone she’s closer to than us,” Wynter continued.

            Ashleigh sat in thought for several seconds. “It’s bothering me, you know,” she finally said cryptically.

            “What do you mean?” Wynter asked, tilting her head to the side.

            “When he or she said we didn’t know Rosalyn or whatever. It’s bothering me,” Ashleigh explained, a perplexed look on her face. “I’d hate to think we didn’t know anything about her after all this time.”

            “I could see it,” Wynter said without hesitation, and Ashleigh looked confusedly towards her. “I mean, she kept this from us, what else could she be hiding?”

            Ashleigh looked down at the floor, taking a bite into her sandwich as an excuse to not speak. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Wynter had a good point. How could they even trust Rosalyn now that they know she’s hiding this?

            “Well, let’s not pick anyone she doesn’t associate herself with. It wouldn’t be any of them,” Wynter said to change the topic, sensing Ashleigh was upset.

            She didn’t understand why the girl was so hurt. People kept their secrets for a reason, and she was sure Rosalyn was no different. She didn’t even fully want to know any of this.