"Ethan! Where have you been?! I was worried sick!" his mother stomped
over to him as soon as he walked in the door. He'd been rehearsing what he'd
say, so he just brushed past her and headed for his room, "It was a long
weekend. I had to stay over at Chris' to cram for an exam. Sorry."
His calm demeanor and stoic face just made his mother worry ever more. She put
a hand to his head. "Yes... well... alright then. You don't look well sweetie.
Why don't you go rest? I'll call you when dinner's ready. I want to hear all
about the ball."
Ethan nodded and walked down the small hallway to the room he shared with his
three brothers. Andrew and Luke ran screaming past him, heading for the front
door.
"Hey Ethan!"
"Hi Ethan!" was all he heard before the door slammed behind them.
Ethan sighed and walked into the bedroom door. He dropped his bag beside the
bed and didn't even bother to get out of his regular clothes before flopping
down on the bed. He just felt like all the life had gone out of him. Too much,
too fast. He lazily opened the bag with one hand as he lay on the bed. He fished
out the manuscript and decided to take a look before he fell asleep.
And so on the night of her sixteenth birthday, Briar Rose carefully made
her way up the winding staircase to the highest tower in the castle. There was
a small door at the top and she opened it slowly. Inside was a small bed and
an old woman, spinning flax on a spinning wheel. Briar Rose had never seen such
a machine before. She watched the spindle slowly bobbing up and down. She spoke
to the old woman and they talked for a while, chatting happily. The old woman
offered to let her try to use the spinning wheel. Briar Rose was delighted and
reached for it, only to prick her finger. The old woman laughed and changed
back into the wicked fairy. "And now Briar Rose, as I have promised, you
will die after pricking your finger upon the spinning wheel."
Briar Rose fell onto the bed and immediate was overtaken by not death, but a
deep sleep. Everyone in the castle began to fall asleep as well. The king and
queen on their throne, the cook as he prepared the next meal, the children that
ran happily through the halls. Even the fire in the large stone hearth curled
up and fell asleep. Thorns grew tall around the castle and princes from all
across the land came to try to rescue the sleeping princess. For, the good fairy
had foretold that a prince's kiss would break the spell. Many princes tried
to cut through the thorns, but they all died horribly. Many years passed, until
finally one day a prince came upon the castle. He walked curiously up the thorns
and as he approached, they became flowers. He walked further into the castle,
and watched as the way behind him closed up and was once again replaced by thorns.
The prince wandered through the castle, marvelling at all the people sleeping.
Finally he found the stairs that led up to the tall tower. He pushed open the
small door and saw upon the bed the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He immediately
was overcome and couldn't help but kiss her lips.
Briar Rose batted her eyes as the magic of the prince's kiss woke her from the
deep sleep. The entire castle woke once again. The king and queen upon their
thrown, the cook began again to prepare the meal, the children ran and laughed,
and the fire burned brightly. And Briar Rose and the Prince lived happily ever
after.
Ethan threw the papers on the floor. Of all the stupid ideas. Idiotic tales. Who had written this?! Cursing a girl so she sleeps until a prince comes to wake her? What nonsense... He rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. His body didn't hurt much anymore, but his heart wouldn't stop aching. What was this feeling?
Ethan was rather somber in class the next day. He could do nothing but think
of what he could do about this "book," this "story." Class
ended without much fanfare and Ethan walked slowly out of the classroom. He
walked with his head down and didn't care to look up at any of the other students.
Jacob Thompson walked by with his gang of thugs and punched Ethan in the arm,
"How's it goin' pauper?"
Ethan didn't answer, he just stood there, staring at the ground. He didn't feel
like fighting anymore. Jacob smiled, the smile of one who knows he's won. He
flicked Ethan in the head before continuing to walk triumphantly down the hall.
Ethan sighed and continued walking. There was a light tap on his shoulder.
"How could you let them treat you like that?" Briar Rose was there,
looking worried.
Ethan shrugged her off. "I suppose a pauper should know his place..."
He turned and kept walking, leaving her in silence. He supposed he shouldn't
have been so harsh. She was one of the only people that was still treating him
like a human being. He shook his head and walked out the front door. He felt
another light tap on his back and turned, expecting to see Bri standing there
once again. Instead it was a different girl, one Ethan knew was in their class,
but couldn't remember her name. Leah something...
"Hi Ethan!" Her voice was bubbly and immediately irritated him. He
wasn't in the mood to talk right now.
"Hello."
"Well um... if you're not busy this Friday after school, Briar Rose's birthday
party is coming up and she wanted to invite everyone in our class." She
handed him a cheerfully decorated paper invitation, finished nicely with the
"I's" dotted with hearts in them. Ethan accepted it without much gratitude.
"Thanks." he mumbled without feeling and walked on.
Christopher finally caught up to Ethan as he walked past the shop. Ethan looked
down and couldn't meet his friend's eyes. He didn't know why he was in such
a depressive state, but he couldn't help feeling this way.
"Hey Ethan!" Chris' voice was excited, "Ardeneaux said you were
doing better. I'm glad you're ok."
"Hey Topher." he muttered.
"Well um... I have some good news Ethan. The king liked our performance
and wants us to do a repeat at a party this friday at the palace. Isn't that
great?!" Christopher smiled.
Ethan looked up, "yeah... yeah, that's great Chris. I'll be there. I don't
have a nice costume anymore, but hey, maybe we can change our name this time
to 'the prince and the pauper,' eh?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Whatever Ethan. Just come anyway. They won't care
how we're dressed. Oh, wait," Chris dug in his pocket, "Here's your
share of the pay for the ball last Friday." he dropped a handful of coins
into his hand.
Ethan looked at it, "This can't all be for me. I can't take this. It was
your hard work that got us there..."
Christopher shook his head, "I won't take it either. You helped just as
much as I did."
Ethan shrugged and stuffed the money into his pocket, "Friday then."
Topher nodded, "Five o' clock. Don't forget."