Hey guys! Sorry for double posting, but I wanted to make sure you guys could read the previous part.
If you don’t know what this is, I was in a writing challenge last November and one of the prompts was to write the life of the child of a story hero/villain. So, I took that and gave it my own twist. See part one here and part two here.
Prompts used: (AAWC) Smile, (CWWC) The last two prompts from challenge four and the first one from challenge three.
“I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of everything,” Auralie told me as we opened the front door to her house. After getting into the secret entrance, there was a fifteen-foot long forest, and right before the path to the house was a sign that read Here Be Faeries. I didn’t know where it came from, but I liked to make up stories about it. Maybe Aura was part Faerie- that would be cool.
“I mean, just because she didn’t make a good first impression doesn’t mean that she’s a carbon copy of her mom. You of all people should understand,” she continued.
I blushed. Was my best friend pointing out the fact that I was ugly?
“Rose, I didn’t mean it that way.”
We both took a very sudden interest in the floor.
“Hello, girls!” a voice said. I turned around to see Auralie’s mom, with a tray full of cookies.
Auralie looked up. “Hi, Mom!”
“Hi, Ms. Adette,” I said. I eyed the cookies- chocolate chip. Ms. Adette’s cooking was amazing. Surprisingly, my mom couldn’t cook for her life. But Auralie’s mom, the famous Sleeping Beauty, known to us as Adette Yde, was everything people would expect her to be: beautiful, kind, sweet- the list went on and on.
“Go ahead, take them. What’s the point of making cookies if no one can enjoy them?” she said with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes. “Oh, and Aura, your father’s working the late shift, so he won’t be here until after you’re asleep.”
I took a few cookies and sat down on the sofa with Auralie.
A crazy plan unfolded in my mind. Before I could think, I was speaking. “Oh, is it alright if I sleep over?”
Auralie looked at me strangely, but then it was covered by excitement. I couldn’t blame her. Our sleepovers were a lot of fun.
“Of course, as long as you don’t wake me up,” Ms. Adette said.
Auralie giggled. “Yes, you love your beauty sleep.”
We started laughing, and it took a while for Ms. Adette to understand.
“Well then, Rosette, I’ll call your mom,” she told me and left the room.
Auralie and I turned to face each other.
“A sleepover? Why didn’t you let me know? I would have cleaned my room!” Auralie said, but her voice was too excited to be angry.
I rolled my eyes. “You probably have OCD or something. Anyway,” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “It’s not a real sleepover.”
She sighed. “Then what are we doing?”
“We have to do something about Cala.”
“Can’t we just let her be until we get proof? I mean, even if she is bad how dangerous can she really be?”
“Aura! She is cunning, she is brave, she is brutal, she is relentless, and she is hunting us.”
Auralie looked over at the wall. “If you say so.”
“I need to find out a clue to what Cala’s up to, so I can be prepared. i won’t be a pushover, like my-“
“Mother?” Auralie finished for me.
I nodded. “After your mom goes to sleep, and you know she’ll be sleeping like a rock, we can go look for clues.”
I’d never been out in the middle of the night before, especially alone. My mom was very overprotective.
“I don’t like this, Rose,” Aura said.
“Me neither,” I replied. On the inside, though, part of me felt rebellious, in a good way. The September air was warm and fresh, and everything was quiet. Street lights gave an eerie look to the sidewalk. It made me feel older, braver, prettier even.
I turned on my lantern, and Auralie followed. I turned and gave her a hug.
“It’ll be fine,” I said.
“Why do we have to do this?” she asked.
I sighed. “Because. I don’t want to die, or for you to sleep for 100 years, or something even worse. The apple never falls from the tree. Cala’s already done some creepy things.”
I told her about the box I’d found in my locker. Auralie shuddered.
“What are you going to do with it?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I explained. “If I even touch it, then it could do something horrible.”
“What if something happens if you don’t move it?”
I looked at Auralie. Her tan face was filled with worry lines rather than laughter, which was unusual for her. Auralie was the “smile” girl, as she was nicknamedin first grade, because she was the one who made everyone and everything happy and beautiful. And me, with my worries, was making her sad.
There was a trail of stone leading to a graveyard. We stopped talking. We had a mental connection all of the sudden. The clue we were looking for.
I pulled out the stone from my pocket and matched it to the ones on the ground. They were exactly the same.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” I told her when I picked back up the conversation. I realized we might not have much time after.
Auralie shook her head. “No. I’m as involved in this as you are. Rose, I will never leave you, for any reason.”
And the smile girl was at it again.
Hm, I think I did a cliffhanger with a sort of satisfying ending. Is that possible?