When I was nine, I had a birthday party. It was a childhood dream party. Balloons, candles, giant boxes wrapped in thin pink paper and a pink bow on top. Every nine year old girl wants a puppy or a pet unicorn. I wanted two things, a cake and a knife. I was not your average nine year old. This is my story.

The evening sun gleamed through my window. The afternoon birds started falling asleep in their nests. And the midnight bugs starting waking up from their slumber. I watched the light hold my hand gracefully. I had always felt like light spoke to me in a special way. I could not tell if it was the light itself or the energy within it. It didn't matter to me much anyway; I knew it was all a hallucination. There was no way a power or a "sixth sense" existed like that. I don't believe in the supernatural either. All those tv shows I watched on Saturday nights are fake. Paranormal activity is just like reality tv except with scary ghosts instead of scary girls. If ghosts do not exist, why would aura and fate exist as well? As anti-supernatural as I was, I was still superstitious. I carried a black 5 pointed star in my bag at all times. It was a very plain charm, but for some odd reason I liked it. I think it brings me good luck. But I'm happy-go-lucky anyway so I can't tell the difference.

I look up at the mirror brushing my blonde hair out. Yes. There is nothing bad until "It" shows up. I carefully watch my bright blue eyes.

"She doesn't seem like she wants to come out now" I chuckle to myself. I laughed because I was uncomfortable not because it was actually funny. I promptly got up and took a shower before resting for the night awaiting "tomorrows adventure" as my papa used to call it.

"papa…." I mutter softly pulling the sheets up to my face." It's been 3 years since your death, hasn't it? It's been 3 years since you left me without telling me goodbye" I turn over onto my side. I find sleeping in a fetal position is more relaxing to me. The feeling of being small and cramped is positive and makes me feel warm and safe. It must be a side effect of your parents leaving you at a young age. My father died 3 years ago. He was brutally murdered and the man was never found. My goal in life is to find out who did it and make them pay. My heart beats faster thinking about ripping someone's intestines out and watching the blood spew. I sit up quickly and shake my head. "No Alice! Don't think that way! She will come out! You will get in trouble again." I look over at the mirror and my eyes faintly glow red. I take deep breathes watching myself in the mirror until my eyes fade to their natural blue. I sigh in relief. "That was close…." I lie down on the bed and close my eyes. My momma died before I could remember her clearly. I was told she died in a traffic jam when I was young. What a liar, they tried to make her seem heroic after her pathetic actions. I know they were pathetic, I read the police reports when I was 13. She committed suicide after my father cheated on her. My thoughts drift elsewhere as I fall into a deep slumber.

I was not exactly sure what to think when I read the note attached to my locker. The tiny pink sticky note read,

Dear Alice,

I know your favorite lunch (Mozzarella sticks) is on the menu today. If I buy you lunch, will you meet me on the roof today?

Dylan

I thought to myself quickly. Of course I'd meet him. Who would refuse free food? I sure wouldn't. Anyone in their right mind shouldn't. Or maybe it's just because I'm greedy with food. But the food was not the main issue, the name was. Dylan is my lover, my boyfriend, my everything. But Dylan went to University of Delaware for a college trip. He wasn't at school today. So the real question was, who is Dylan? As I walk up the stairway I debate in my head what was more important, the food or who Dylan was. Cheesy food seemed a little more delicious though.

Opening the door I became disappointed when I didn't see anyone standing there. "Hello?" I yelled. "Anyone there?"

"Behind you babe" a voice beckons in my ears. I turn around to see a blonde prince. My mouth hung open for a full 5 seconds before he gently caressed my cheek and pushed up closing my mouth.

"My prince! You are back!" I yell as I run and jump on him, hugging him tightly. "I thought you were on your college trip, Dylan?" I tilt my head slightly looking up at the blonde boy.

"It ended early babe. The teacher caught something nasty and cancelled a lot of things so I decided to go home early and surprise you babe." He smiles warmly, kissing my cheek.

I look at him sternly "What did I say about ending every sentence with babe?"

He looks down at the floor. "Sorry ba-" I quickly cover his mouth with my hand.

"Starting from now on, every time you call me babe, you owe me a dollar" I smile gently looking into his sapphire eyes. "How does that sound my prince in shining armor?" My heart flutters slightly every time I call Dylan 'Prince'. I'm not sure why. But it's always been my dream to meet my shining prince and I'm glad I finally met him. I smile while imagining the whole prince matter in my head. Dylan notices and chuckles slightly to himself.

"How about I take the princess out to dinner tonight? Think of it as apologizing for leaving you alone so long." He gestures me to come closer to him, opening his arms.

I ran towards him and kiss his lips roughly. His arms wrap around me tightly as he pulls me in and kisses back. "Only an idiot wouldn't accept free food" I giggle.

"Good. I'll meet you at 7 tonight?" Dylan presses his lips against my forehead softly and looks into my eyes.

"I'm afraid your dinner plan won't work out tonight…" A voice appears behind me. I turn around quickly and see a figure I haven't seen at this school before. The figure had lush blonde hair, a tiara, and wore all black. He also appeared to be my Prince 2.0. Codename: Belphegor. Of course I didn't know that at the time.