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Chapter 8: Meeting Jake Frost
The day passed by slowly, I kept on getting 5’s and 6’s somehow.
Liz was in my history class. Such was oddly taught by Professor Sader but I didn’t really care, he was probably just a hologram. Lunch was fantastic. I had to eat alone. Lucky me Liz wasn’t in the mood to talk to me, but Crystal and Jane weren’t to keen on sitting with a “Impolite Princess” as they called me, I think they were still questioning the princess part. Yet again, Julie was sitting with her new prince. No surprise there. I walked out of princess Etiquette class with Pollux (that class went really well. Not!) to find that I was in forest group #3. My lucky number is 3. Maybe surviving fairy tales won’t be so bad. And it wasn’t. Not at all.
I walked out to meet Yuba the gnome. He is really old. 65, 72 maybe? Whatever it didn’t matter. I heard a thud. A troll poped out from the woods. He was followed by many others. Yuba started speaking. “Hello class! Welcome to Surviving Fairy Tales with me, Yuba the Gnome. Today, you will be battling trolls! Well, not exactly. Nevers,” he pointed to the Nevers, a group of kids that we’re all wearing frowns. I bet mine was bigger. “You will be controlling these trolls. It is you job to tame these trolls and kidnap, the princesses.” This was going to fun. “And my fellow princes, if is your job to save these princesses. Good luck!” Lots of Nevers started running towards the trolls, fighting for who gets the best and the biggest. A boy with sickenly pale skin a hooked nose and a jester had won the battle for best troll.
He started steering his troll towards me, I quickly ducked and the troll ran right past me. The jester dude then went for a easier target.
“Don’t you wonder why Nevers always go for the easier targets?” I spun around to see a boy with pale milky skin, bleach blonde hair and icy pale eyes was the one who had just said that. Wait. He looked familiar. He was the boy that tossed me the rose! My face turned ghost white from shock, his did too. “Umm, sorry… I, a, thought you were someone else.” He said. “I don’t see anyone else wearing a good so clearly you just didn’t know you were talking to the girl you threw your rose to.” I told him.
“Thank you.” I saw a troll running towards us “Duck!” I yelled. “Hey, what’s your name I never got to ask.” He said. “It’s Ella and for your information, you left before I could even ask yours.” I remarked.
“Oh, right. My names Jake. Jake Frost.”
“That’s makes sense considering the fact that you threw ice at me.”
“Yah. I may or may not have done that on purpose.”
“You totally did that on purpose.”
He laughed. I laughed. Then I felt myself being lifted of the ground. ****! I looked up to see which never had lifted me off the ground. A girl with bright purple hair and a septum in her nose had gotten a hold of me. She started steering the troll away from Jake but was too slow, Jake had used his ice powers to blow a gust of cold wind in her direction, knocking her off the troll. I could feel the trolls grip on me loosen, allowing me to climb on top of the troll and take the lead. I started steering the troll towards the other Nevers and knocking all of the evergirls out of their grip. All the princes rushed to catch the falling princesses. “You really are smart.” Jake strolled up beside me on a troll of his own. “Why thank you, you’re pretty smart too.” I replied. Then Yuba came out from the sidelines and declared this lesson over. “All right everyone good job, except for you Nevers. Next time don’t let a princess defeat you.” I giggled, did he really think I was a princess? I know I was technically training to be one but that didn’t mean I was one. Our rankings poped up over our heads. A big grin spread around my face. I had gotten a one.
I read it ages ago! 🙂
Great chapter! I’m not sure if I’m in your story, but just in case…here’s my bio. Hope they can be of use! 😀
Name: ***** Cat (everyone just calls him Cheshire or Chess)
Parents: The Cheshire Cat and Peter Pan
School: Good for Boys
Age: He doesn’t remember. The Cheshire Cat always sent him to the unbirthday parties so it all kind of got mingled together. He’s pretty sure he’s 13, but it might be 15. Or was it 14? Maybe…
Talent: Can ripple away, teleport, disassemble himself and become invisible like the Cat in the stories. He can fly and fence like Peter Pan and he has his own special power: the ability to weave magic threads into spells that do impossible things.
Appearance: curly blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, tanned skin, combination between masculine handsome and feminine beautiful: sort of mysterious, but cute, scrawny and casual at the same time. Lanky but not weak. Hates the Everboy uniform, instead “customized” his to be a green and orange stripy linen jacket with cute square buttons and scruffy green jeans. He has jabberwocky-skin (the dragon-ish creature from Lewis Carrol, author of Alice in Wonderland) boots and sometimes wears a fedora (a sort of hat, if you didn’t already know) with a long band jammed over his head (it once belonged to the Mad Hatter).
Personality: Has an incredible (sometimes cocky, sometimes corny, sometimes satirical, sometimes important), unfaltering sense of humour that can lighten up any situation. He often uses jokes as something to protect him in awkward, shocking or dangerous conversations and is very easygoing, not caring much what other people think. It takes a lot to provoke him and it is not often he shows real anger or fear. He prefers to fight with words before swords, but is fiercely loyal to his friends and is an excellent fencer (taking after his father Pan). He loves parties, young children and is very kind-hearted and sensitive when you look closer. Happy, optimistic and loves to joke and prank around. He is, however, quite rebellious against Good and tries to tell people how arrogant and impure the school has become. He tries to convince people that being Good is not being beautiful or skilful or being a prince, but being truly Good is Goodness of heart and soul.
Friends: Laurence (@peppy), Dawn (@hesterandanadil99chocolatedot), Orion, his father’s cocky talking sword, Trace and Esmerelda (his half-siblings) and Professor Espada.
Weapon: Orion, a thin fencing sword with a hilt carved with dancing fairies and a handle bound in green leather. He is sometimes even cockier than his master, and hovers in the air. Cheshire can fence in the air, and Orion will follow his movements, allowing Cheshire a much wider distance and things he could never do with a normal blade. However, he must treat Orion as he would treat his friend: if the sword is not happy, he WILL sulk.
Pet: has a scarlet pixie he released back into the Blue Forest. Cheshire can call him back three times, and he will be there to help.
Name: Trace Pantalamion (Trace Pan)
Parents: Thumbelina and Peter Pan
School: Good for Boys
Talent: When he smiles, light radiates from his lips. This can be concentrated into thin laser beams or spread out widely into blinding flashes.
Appearance: Small, but not young. White hair drooping over one eye and big, soulful grey eyes. Wears a wooly blue Everboy fleece with brass buttons and a long wooly trench coat in Winter.
Personality: Shy but passionate and incredibly intelligent. Warm-hearted and is very close to nature and loyal to his friends. Very rarely talks, only to his sister Esme or, sometimes, Cheshire, Aron and Laurence. Though he may seem frail and weak on the outside, Trace has within him surprising power, both physical, magical and emotional, that he hopes he will get the chance to express in future.
Friends: Cheshire, Aron, Esmerelda, Laurence and, occasionally, Orion
Crush: has a bit of a thing for an Evergirl called Illyana, but nothing he would ever admit.
Weapon: a magical tulip and his smile
Pet: a scarlet pixie called Norlani.
Fingerglow: blinding white-gold