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    peppy posted an update in the group RP Level 0: The Clearing 3 years, 11 months ago

    Next chapter is up! Hope you enjoy.
    We have: @Arian2, @Sephtis25, @Dixie, @Ellaenchanted.
    Happy Reading! πŸ™‚
    Chapter 14: Are you Laurence?
    Laurence convulsed ferociously as the of Ella being Evil planted a trifling seed into his brain. But he had Cheshire with him, so it wouldn’t be too bad, would it? He watched Jake smirk across the meadow and whisper in Ella’s ear, then grant Laurence a sly grin. Ella was now alarmingly calm and her leaf-green eyes showed no hint of feeling. But Ella had her Flowerground Pass! That was why she was even in the School for Good? Unless there was another reason. . .
    Cheshire was pulling him toward the glass castle, Jake gripped Ella’s hand, and she stalked off, head held high, nose up in the air. There’s something about her that’s not Good at all, thought Laurence, something about her makes me hesitate.
    The best villains make you doubt.
    Tedros had repeatedly told him that, and the fact was stolidly implanted in his head, and no blow will make me forget that, Laurence thought fiercely. He shook off Cheshire’s iron grip – Cheshire had a strangely powerful hold – and strutted towards the Good entrance. He too, showed to traces of fear, though his heart thrashed in his chest. Was this how Ella felt? She was entering alone, and Laurence was entering with Cheshire. It was that slight moment when Laurence felt the pang of sympathy bite in a spasm of grief when he least expected it.
    Then he shook of the feeling and bit his lip, provoking a paralyzing tingle cutting it. He tried to feel ashamed, but clasped his hand to his mouth to muffle a giggle – which sounded rather like a lion choking, causing Cheshire to cast him a strange look. Why didn’t Laurence feel guilty? He was sure Tedros, nor Agatha, had Ever been close to getting in such a predicament, and he should be submissive and determined to prove himself a king.
    Cheshire discarded his basket – he was in the middle of prudently peeling of the label, inscribing the name ‘Cheshire,’ and trying to make peace with fretful Orion – and failed to spring away from a Neverboy. Instead, the Neverboy tripped Laurence, and because Cheshire was clutching his arm, they both sprawled onto the grass.
    The Neverboy had a venomous sneer, straining against ashen lips on a sallow face, splotched with pockmarks. Greasy canary-yellow hair looked like a straggly rats tails and pallid gray eyes gleamed with cruelty. A proper Never, doing well to succeed. Laurence shivered.
    “What now?” He growled. A Nevergirl, with a just as spiteful expression kneeled down, and Laurence felt her putrid breath on his cheek.
    “Anybody seen Laurence of Camelot, son of idiotic Agatha and Tedros?”
    Laurence flushed beet red, but Cheshire pinched him warningly, and Laurence bit back his retort.
    It really preposterous of somebody like Cheshire to keep quiet about this, but Laurence’s friend’s face was grave and deadly serious.
    “Apparently something very. . .interesting. . .has happened to that silly Laurence and me, and well. . .we both ought to find out! I’m Bates, son of Rumpelstiltskin, by the way, and you are?”
    Laurence was smoldering with fury and his face curdled like sour milk, and it took every ounce of effort left in him to simmer down.
    “Never heard of him. Laurence. I’m. . .” Laurence ******* up his face to try and think of a different name.
    “He’s called James-” Cheshire interrupted. Laurence hadn’t heard. He was desperately running through the names of Evers he knew.
    “I’m Dora of Jaunt Jolie, see? She’s right over there!” Laurence pointed to Dora laughing across the meadow. Now Bates was gaping at him, mystified. Cheshire was stunned, and stared oddly at Laurence. Then he let the name slip. . .
    “Laurence? You didn’t happen to know if the strawberry-elderflower tasted a little. . .funny?”
    Laurence understood. He clapped his hand over his mouth, and gazed sheepishly around at their shocked faces. The Nevergirl snickered.
    “As if! We don’t know who you are, but there’s clearly something fishy about you. I’ll bet my spikes your one of those top 3 Evers.” Spikes? Laurence cringed. Something about that sounded awfully despicable.
    “You’re a girl?” Bates started howling with laughter. Then his face went ghastly and grim. “Let’s go.”
    The Nevers boorishly lugged Laurence and Cheshire to the Good castle.
    “I expect I’ll be seeing you soon. . .Dora. . .no. . . Laurence!”
    He grinned devilishly, then turned and stomped away to Evil.
    Hope you enjoyed! πŸ™‚
    Thank you for reading!

        leslie191234 replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        That was amazing as usual πŸ™‚ I just love how you always leave the reader in suspense, but it’s also KILLING ME!!!

          arian2 replied 3 years, 11 months ago

          Brilliant! Please write MORE! πŸ™‚

        ellaenchanted replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        You must write your next chapter soon!!! πŸ™‚

        peppy replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Thank you! πŸ™‚

        gracelynnofmadinvail replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        I like it πŸ™‚

        peppy replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Thanks! πŸ™‚

          ellaenchanted replied 3 years, 11 months ago

          It’s almost been a week since you posted your last chapter πŸ™

        peppy replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Sorry Ella, I’ll try to be faster! πŸ˜€

        heart replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Brilliant:) πŸ™‚

        heida replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Waffles! I feel like its christmas again *hides a stash of waffles in a darkened corner, munching happily away…

        peppy replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Thanks. πŸ™‚

        sephtis25 replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Fantastico I love it!!!!

        peppy replied 3 years, 11 months ago

        Thank you very much! I wanted to portray Bates PERFECTLY! πŸ˜‰

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