Alastor woke up to find a note on his bedside table.
Alastor, I've left early.
You missed the bus, but you can use your bike.
"Oh, dang it!" Alastor exclaimed. "Patricia didn't even attempt to wake me up." He did not know that she had indeed tried. He always blamed Patricia for him being late to school, unaware that he was quite a heavy sleeper. "Just great!" Alastor exclaimed, as he got up, and got dressed. Then, he went into the kitchen to make some toast to eat. Alastor dreaded what catastrophe that the teachers called a "lesson" would be.
The school was a great, big, hulking grey stone building. Everything about it was spooky. the hallways were dark, and the already miserable students had to wear heavy-duty shoes to keep them from slipping on the cold checkered floor because it was so cold it was practically ice skating. Many students were startled by the loud bell. There was no recess, and the students were always tired. The only source of power that got them through the long school days was a disgusting, but helpful pop. It was named "Cyan Junk" and it was Cyan Junk. It was a sickening cyan blue that when it expired, turned into a nauseating camo green. It always said on the table, "Almond flavor! All natural!" but to the students, it tasted like sugared puke flavor. And since Alastor knew that he was late, Alastor knew she was going to tell Mrs. Penelope about him missing the bus.
"Oh dear... it may be a problem if he misses the bus again," Mrs. Penelope said sadly.
Patricia knew this was very bad. "I brought his homework, Mrs. Penelope," said Patricia.
"Thank you, Patricia. Alastor must be very thankful to you for bringing his homework," said Mrs. Penelope.
Patricia was startled when the bell to change classes rang out.
"That was the bell, sweetie. Go to lunch," said Mrs. Penelope sweetly.
Patricia walked over to the cold, hard lunch table.
"Why didn't you wake me up?!"
Patricia looked up to see the source of the voice and found her brother glaring at her.
"Alastor, I tried! But you're a heavy sleeper. You couldn't feel someone shaking you?" she replied crossly.
Alastor opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He ate his cold pasta Aglio e Olio. Everything cooked at that school was putrid. The meat was cold and undercooked, the vegetables were so unfresh, that they tasted as if they had died, gotten buried, dug up again, and served to the students.
"Becky, let's sit at that table," Two popular girls pointed to the table the siblings were sitting at.
"Oh, never mind. there are dorks at that table." They walked away, laughing, as any shred of hope of making friends drained out of the siblings' bodies.
Suddenly, a sinister smile crept over Alastor's pale face. "Food fight!" Alastor yelled.
All the other children responded, "Yeah!" The lunch lady hid in the employee bathroom. The students could hear the lunch lady saying from the bathroom, "Sigh, they do this every year!"
Patricia pulled on Alastor's vest. When she did, he stopped smiling "What in heaven are you doing?! You're going to get us expelled! Just great, we're gonna have to blame it on someone!"
Unfortunately, she just made things worse.
Alastor smiled again and said, "Your wish is my command!"
He jumped off the table, with sloppy joes in his hands. He went over to the popular girls' table and put the sloppy joes in their hands.
"Ew, Becky!" said the first one.
"Agreed, Brittney!" said the second one.
Just then, the teachers came in.
"Who started this?" asked Mrs. Penelope.
"They did!" said Alastor, pointing to Becky and Brittney.
"See me after class," said Mrs. Penelope, crossly.
"Why?" asked Brittney.
Mrs. Penelope didn't say anything, she just walked away.
The popular girls scoffed and started eating again.
After a very long day at school, the children went home. Patricia got into her nightgown and hung up her uniform. Alastor did the same. No, he didn't put on a nightgown! He put on his pajamas.
"Wait...where are you going? Come back!" the voice of Mrs. Ann, their guardian, came from the living room. "No, Ann! I'm tired of living with two adopted children! We're already poor, and having four mouths to feed is costing us a lot of money!", said Mrs. Ann's brother. he loudly slammed the door behind him.
The siblings walked out to the living room to see Mrs. Ann staring at the door. She sighed.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Ann?" asked Patricia.
"Nothing! Go to bed!" responded Mrs. Ann, as she pushed the children back into their bedroom.
"Well... that was awkward," said Patricia.
"We need to get her out of here, she's disrupting everything," said Alastor.
As they laid down on the white canopy bed, Patricia thought, "He said, we need to get her out of here. What did he mean by getting her out of here? Is he going to kick her out? Scare her into leaving? Or worse, kill her? No! That would never happen! Hopefully. Better get some sleep."
Patricia woke up confused. So confused that at first, she disregarded the fact that Mrs. Ann was screaming, a lot. Then she realized the screaming was what woke her. She stumbled out of bed and into where she found Mrs. Ann, almost about to faint from fear.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Ann?" Patricia asked.
"Aaahhh!' said Mrs. Ann, intelligently. she pointed to Alastor.
Patricia went from confused to curiously puzzled.
Alastor was just sitting in the corner of the room, covering his head.
Patricia was slightly concerned. she walked over to the chuckling Alastor.
"Alastor?" she asked.
When Alastor looked up, she understood why he was covering his head and why Mrs. Ann was screaming. He had black horns and his eyes now looked exactly like a cat's eyes, thin and yellow.
Patricia felt a chill down her back and she moved away a few steps.
Suddenly, she felt a growing pain in her back. It felt as if she was being stabbed in the back near her shoulders.
Mrs. Ann started screaming again, this time at Patricia.
Patricia started to float and the pain stopped.
She had grown wings. She felt two things growing on the sides of her head. She had horns like her brother. Her vision went grey. She realized she must have yellow eyes, too. Patricia thought to herself, "Am I going to get executed?!" They were devils.
Suddenly, Patricia blacked out. Mrs. Ann was as terrified as she was concerned for her adopted children, Patricia and Alastor "Ma'am? Are you ok?" She slowly opened her eyes. A worried doctor was standing over her. "Ah, you're awake ma'am! Are you ok? Your guardian said you turned into...a...N-nevermind. But moving on, Mrs. Ann said that after THAT, You fainted." Patricia looked around her. She was just about to talk when the doctor said, "Oh, time for the operation." Patricia was panic-stricken, as she had a severe case of Iatrophobia, the fear of surgery.
"Operation?!" Patricia was always one to follow the rules, but this time? It was a no-no. Patricia got up and ran away. This was quite easy, as she was a rather strong girl. But, she was still heavily drugged. She ran so fast, she almost slipped, many times. Patricia heard behind her, "We've got a runner, go get her!" Patricia hid in the dressing room. Then, she heard someone talking behind her. "You hid in here too, Patricia? "
Patricia looked behind her to see Alastor. "Ugh, Alastor! You're in the girl's dressing room!" Alastor rolled his eyes so hard, that Patricia thought they were going to roll right out of his little, ignorant head. "Yeah, but they wouldn't expect to find Alastor Wardensworth, a boy, in the girl's dressing room. This little stunt would at least get me sometime before they found me." Now it was Patricia's turn to roll her eyes. "And me! It's not like they'll only find you!" At this point, she was furious. She grabbed Alastor's hand and ran out into the darkness of the hospital. Patricia and Alastor ran out of the hospital and back home
She took a seat on a bench, in the park, to catch her breath. Alastor calmly took Patricia's hand and unhurriedly walked towards the exit of the park. They walked out of the park, watching the bewitching sunset. "You shouldn't have run away, Doofuses! But, you gotta tell me how you guys did it!", said their friend, facetiously. They always said he was a facetious boy. "This isn't a joke, Tyler." Patricia and Alastor both said, simultaneously. "Ohh! A thousand apologies, Prince Alastor and Princess Patricia!" Tyler was your typical frienemy, in school or at home. "Hey, Patri! Could you come with me for a sec?" asked Tyler, quietly. Tyler walks Patricia to the Glowstick Pub. He knew a way in, without being seen. He grabbed her hand, and snuck in through the backdoor, where they saw a ladder leading up to a balcony "Come on up! No one's ever up here anyways." said Tyler. Patricia, after a bit of awkwardly standing at the bottom of the ladder, hesitantly climbed up, Tyler grabbed a soda from his pocket and handed it to Patricia. "So, like the view?", pointing to a window behind Patricia. She looks behind herself and sees the breathtaking view. "It's beautiful," says Patricia. "And that's Big Ben!", she eagerly said. " Yeah, that's Ben, Patri." Patricia took a few sips out of her drink a bit ago, but then she said to Tyler, "Tyler?" asked Patricia. "Yes?" he responded. "I don't feel so good, where did you get this pop?" asked Patricia. "Alastor gave it to me. Maybe it's expired? Let's get you home." Tyler walks her home, talking and giggling about meaningless nothings the whole time.
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