Anything But A Fairy Tale

The Ruler Of The Castle

“So, Mr. Adams seems like a pleasant guy to be around,” Sabriel jokes.  Angelle rolls her eyes and says nothing. “So didya read the note?”

Angelle stops walking and turns to face him.  He blinks and looks down at her.

“No, I didn’t read your damn note.  If Mr. Adams were to of caught me, I would of been in so much shit,” Angelle says.  Sabriel frowns, his hair falling into his golden eyes.  Angelle sighs and pulls out the folded peice of paper.  “Hi.”

...

Angelle slowly looks up at Sabriel, as he’s grinning.

“You’re really stupid, did you know that?” Angelle says, crumpling the paper while throwing it at his head.  She pivots on her heels and continues walking.  The library wasn’t far away, so she was there in a few seconds.

“Well, thank you,” Sabriel says, walking into the library, pausing to look around.  Angelle sighs and walks to one of the tables, sitting down.

“Hurry up, please,” Angelle says with an annoyed tone.  Sabriel rolls his eyes and quickly browses some books, before pulling one off the shelf.

“Well, alright, how do I sign it out?”  Sabriel asks, turning to Angelle.  She sighs and stands up walking over to a machine.

“Just put the barcode under this, and enter your name,” Angelle says, pointing.  He nods and does as he’s told.

Soon, they’re back in class, listening to Mr. Adams explain the difference from a metaphor and a similie.

Sabriel ended up just chatting quietly with his new friends, while Angelle sat there absentmindedly doodling on her paper.

As the bell sounds, Angelle yawns and packs her books up, slowly rising from her seat as everybody files out of the room.

Sabriel stops by Angelles desk and leans on it, looking at her.  She glares at him.

“Yes?” Angelle says blankly.  Sabriel smiles.

“I’m here to drive you to work,” Sabriel says with a “duh” tone.  She sighs and nods, walking out of the room with him. 

They walk to their lockers, and Angelle pulls out her book bag, tossing her binders in the locker.  She turns around just to see Sabriel standing there with a grin.  She rolls her eyes dramatically, and following him out of the school, towards the parking lot.

“Angelle!” A guys voice calls out.  Angelle blinks and turns, as she grins broadly.  Sabriel raises his eyebrow.

“Daemon!” Angelle cries out, dropping her book bag as she darts towards the voice.  Soon, Angelle was jumping into a guys arms, hugging him tightly.

“How are you baby girl!” Daemon asks, with a smile, kissing her cheek.  Angelle giggles and swats him away.

“I’m fine sweetie,” Angelle replies, as she’s set down.  Sabriel was frowning, watching this scene unfold.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!  I just got back from China last night,” Daemon says with a smile.  Angelle nods and grins.

“Yeah, you have to tell me how that was!  Though, I have to get going,” Angelle says with a sad voice, looking over at Sabriel.  “Well, I guess I could introduce you guys..”

Daemon nods and grins, walking with Angelle.  Sabriel didn’t look to happy.

“Sabriel Mauricio, this is Daemon Lee, my best friend, and cousin,” Angelle says, motioning.  Sabriels expression softens as he shakes his hand. 

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Sabriel says with a grin.  Daemon returns the grin with ease as he shrugs.

“Ahh, nothing really.  About to head home, so I’ll see you both later right?” Daemon says.  Angelle nods and gives him a big hug.

“Call me sweetie!” Angelle says.

“You know I will baby girl,” Deamon says, before nodding in Sabriels direction.  “See you later man.”

“Adios,” Sabriel says with a grin.  Daemon takes his leave, as Angelle happily walks to Sabriels car.

“Well, you seem close,” Sabriel says with a chuckle.  Angelle nods.

“We were born on the exact same day, in the same hospital.  My mom named me Angelle, while his, named him Daemon.  Like, Angel and Demon,” Angelle explains, sliding into his car.

“Thats kind of cool,” Sabriel says with an approving nod.  “Well, tomorrow you get to meet my brother.”

“Brother?  Oh god, not another one of you,” Angelle says with mock horror.  Sabriel rolls his eyes.

“Trust me, he is nothing like me.  Be happy you met me first,” Sabriel says, actually serious.  Angelle blinks and looks at him.

“Well, that sounds great,” Angelle mutters after a few seconds of silence.

“...Seatbelt missy,” Sabriel says.

“Shut up!” Angelle remarks.