"So Hannah, who are you going to the prom with" asked an excited red-head. "I don't know," said a sixteen-year-old Hannah. "How could you not know? I mean one of the hottest guys in school asked you to go with him." Hannah sighed. That was just like Anne. Hannah loved her friend dearly, like a sister, but she only thought about a guy's looks which annoyed Hannah. "Anne I don't like Zack like that. He's an awesome friend, but he's not my type."
It was true. Zack may be the quarter back of the football team and he was hot; he was as dumb as a wooden plank. The other reason was that she had recently started having feeling for Orson. "Hannah what's wrong. You've been staring into space ever since last Halloween," Anne said as she shook Hannah a little. "Sorry," Hannah said, "I just have something on my mind." Anne got a sly smile on her face. "What."
"Alright girlfriend who is it." "Who's who," Hannah said. Anne sighed and shook her head. "I'm not stupid Hannah," she said, "I know you're trippin' over some guy. Now spill, who is it?" Hannah smiled. For some reason Anne always knew what was going on in her head. "Alright, his name is Orson." Anne squealed with delight and clapped. "I knew it. You were thinking of a guy. Soooo, are you going to ask him out to the prom." "I wish but there's a problem." Anne put her hands on her hips. "What problem," She asked. "Well, he's sort of a prince." Hannah's friend gawked.
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Orson sat on his coffin looking at a picture from the last Halloween. The picture was of him and Hannah. She had gotten a new style that year. Hannah now wore Torn jeans, a purple shirt with a moon on it, and she always had her hair in a ponytail. Orson himself had changed too. His hair was now flat and reached past his ears. He also now wore a black long sleeve shirt and a red shirt that looked like it had graffiti on it, over the black one. Orson had also gotten new baggy pants which took him forever to convince his father to let him get.
He closed his eyes and remembered that night. How she had smiled that night had made his heart seem to jump. "Orson, my darling, where are you," came his mother's voice. Ruby might be over 200-years-old but she was actually really into the modern times. Orson sighed and called out. "In here mom." "Orson I know this is short notice, but your father and I are going to the council meeting. There are so many problems right now that we'll need to stay there for a few months," Ruby said. "Ok, I'll be fine," Orson said. Ruby smiled and walked out. Orson looked at the picture one last time before he put it under his pillow and watched his parents fly into the forest. "Time to pay a visit to Hannah."
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"Hannah what are you going to do," Anne asked. What do you mean," Hannah replied. "How are you going to date this guy if he's a prince?" Hannah sighed and opened her locker. "I don't even know if Orson likes me back." "Come on girl how could he not," Anne snorted. The two girls were walking through the park. They did this every Friday. "Hey girls," someone said from behind them. The girls turned to see Zack holding flowers. "Hey Zack," both girls said. "So Hannah I'm sure you've had time to think about going to the dance with me." "I have and the answer is still no." Hannah could see frustration in his eyes and she didn't like it.
"Sorry to interrupt but it's getting late," Anne said saving Hannah. Hannah turned to see the sun set and the sky go dark. "Come on Hannah why won't you go with me? I'm the best guy to go with." Hannah rolled her eyes but didn't answer him. She didn't want to tell him about Orson just in case Zack gets jealous. She didn't want Orson to have to deal with that.
Chapter 3
