My Ranking Points
For you my dear readers,
I scurry down to breakfast. My inner stomach timer was going off. Ah, food! In the cafeteria, I stood staring at the piles of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, blueberry scones with delicate icing, cold fruit, stacks of fluffy pancakes, and cinnamon French toast. I have to try everything. Onto my plate flies every food. Halfway through my delicious feast, Bell and Demi joins me. Bell has one puny cup of Greek yogurt and a few blueberries, while Demi has almost exactly what I have.
“Bell, you are skinny. You need food.” I say through my mouthful of eggs.
“I am not hungry and besides, a princess needs to be petite and skinny.”
“At least have some honey in that Greek yogurt. Greek yogurt is so bland.” I pour a generous amount in her yogurt.
“I have been trying to get her to eat more,” Demi sighed. “But she doesn’t listen. I also tried cooking her some food.”
Some bacon fell out of my mouth. “You cook?”
“Why can’t I cook, Lyla?”
“No comment,” I reply. “Where do you cook?”
“In a kitchen,” Demi snorted
“Thanks for nothing, Dad.”
“Start back to eating, guys,” says Bell. Demi and I look at each other and start shoveling more food in our mouths
“What is the pancakes with abs called?” I ask, as I wolf it down.
“Waffles. They are called waffles,” Demi says. “Would be better with some fried apples on top.”
“They taste great with this sticky stuff.” I try to get my fingers unstuck from the fork. “Anyways, I am done. Bye! Hope not to see you again.”
Bell starts wheezing and what some people would call laughing but what I would call a walrus choking on a toy. “We live in the same room and go to the same school, Lyla. We have to see each other.”
I scowl and head to the bathroom to unstick my fingers. As I head out the door, I run straight into a prince. What is it with me running into princes?
“You need some help up?” I ask him. He nods. I grab him with my hand and start pulling him up. “Syke!” I call as I let go and he falls again. As I start to walk away, he grabs my hand. My sticky hand. “Let go of me!” I tug and suddenly he is next to me. So close I can see that he has golden streaks in his brown eyes.
“You are holding my hand,” he says to me, irritated.
“Well, you are the one that grabbed me.”
“Ugh, now I have syrup on my hand.” He runs toward the guys restroom. For some reason, I follow him. Maybe it was because he was still holding my hand.
As we come to the door, he says, “Stop following me!” We try to pull our hands apart. The floor connects with our backs very hard. At least our hands are unstuck.
“Bye, stranger!” he calls as he goes through the restroom’s doors.
“That…that…cheeseball!” I stomp off in the direction of the girl’s restroom
How am I ever going to survive this school?
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, readers! So, how did you like the new segment? Who is our new prince? Is it a potential love interest for our Lyla? Why don’t you tell me?
Sincerely bookishly yours,