Chapter 3:(1048 words)
Cerise chuckled silently as she strolled to her room, which she shared with Cedar, the daughter of Pinocchio.
One of her favourite things to do was mess with people, and that's why she enjoyed so much to speak to idiots such as that Daring Charming fool.
When she entered the room, she saw Raven and Cedar on the foot of Cedar's bed. What they were talking about, she didn't know.
"Hey guys, what's up?" she hummed.
Raven and Cedar's heads snapped sideways to see who was making the noise and Cedar stood up rapidly to greet her. She was always such a nice girl, trying to make everyone feel welcomed and she was so kind.
"Cerise! Hi! How did try-outs go?" questioned Cedar rapidly.
Raven looked up at Cerise suddenly.
"Try-outs?" she asked.
"Yeah, bookball try-outs were this morning, Cerise tried to get in and I want to know if she did," Cedar rushed out, wanting to hear what Cerise says.
Raven looked very thoughtful for a couple of seconds, wondering what could have possibly happened to make Cerise seem so pleased with herself, wrapping her mind around possible scenarios until-
She grinned slyly, "And they didn't know that you were a girl, did they?"
Cerise shrugged sheepishly, "Nope, Daring UnCharming walked up to me, announced that I was in and I took off the mask I was wearing."
Raven and Cedar burst into laughter at the nickname that Cerise had given to the spoiled prince, and then they wore proud smiles, happy for their friend and happy that she was going for what she believed in.
"And the best part," the hooded girl continued, "was definitely when everyone had a jaw-dropped expression, especially UnCharming, while Hunter was just giggling like an idiot!"
That set them off again.
The three laughed like crazy, relishing in the absurdity of the previous events. They laughed so hard that Cedar had to fall back onto her bed to support herself and Raven slid onto the floor while patting Cerise's back in praise, as the girl had already fell onto the floor at the severity of the giggles leaving their bodies.
That is until they heard a knocking on the door.
"Cerise! Are you in there?" Hunter's muffled voice shouted, the door blocking the sound.
The girl in question stood up from her place on the floor and stumbled over to the door, the occasional chuckle still escaping from her lips. She reached the door and pulled it open to see her close friend standing there. She gave him a quick smile and greeted, "Yeah, hi. I'm just telling Raven and Cedar what happened."
Hunter gave her a grin as she widened the door to let Hunter through, "I know that boys aren't really allowed in the girl's dorms but it's not like we're going to do anything, so come on in," she assured.
The second Raven saw him, she asked, "Hey, Hunter! Is it true that Daring let her play?"
"Yeah, I stayed after the try-outs to ask him that very question, he said yes, after me and Sparrow convinced him to do so. You're in the team, Hood," he smiled affectionately at Cerise.
She grinned happily as her friends continued their playful banter, wondering what a certain stuck-up prince was doing at the moment. 'Probably flirting with the entire school's population of girls,' reminded the quite intelligent part of her brain.
She shook her head at her thoughts, and turned to look at the people she cares about to join in on the fun.
On the other side of the castle, two brothers were speaking in hushed whispers of the events earlier in the day.
"Dexter, I can't believe it! A girl, on the bookball team… it-it's absurd!" Daring practically screamed at his brother, well, as much as you can scream in whispers.
Dexter Charming, the slightly younger brother of Daring Charming, sighed in frustration. He had been there at the try-outs himself, he just managed to get a position. Of course, he didn't want to have one in the first place. Their mother made him do so because, as of now, he wasn't very princely, and would have to man-up before his destiny occurred.
He didn't care about that though. If he could, he would be a rebel, publicly proclaiming how people should write their own destinies. Heck, he even had a crush on the founder of the modern rebel revolution, Raven Queen.
He turned to look at his brother, wondering how to respond to such a statement.
"Daring, maybe this will be good for the team?" he questioned, warily, knowing how short of a temper his brother could get.
"How could you say that! She's a girl! Nothing of good can come of this!" he had a disgusted look on his face.
"Then why is she on the team in the first place?" Dexter suddenly found the courage to ask.
Daring was silent, glaring at his brother for mentioning such thing.
"Listen, Daring. If she was a boy, you would have no problem with this. I say give it a shot, okay?" he tried to make Daring promise, but to no avail.
"I-I, but she's a girl! I know that there is no rule for such thing but it is breaking century old tradition, Dexter! How can you be so calm about this?"
"Maybe some traditions are meant to be broken," his brother simply stated, standing up and walking out of the room, back to his own dorm.
'For a shy kid, he sure knows he to leave an impression,' Daring thought amusingly. 'Maybe I have been a bit… prejudiced, but it is all in the name of tradition, right?'
He thought of what to do, and decided that he had no choice but to keep the mysteriously hooded girl in the team.
Then suddenly a thought hit him. He smiled fondly as he thought of his sister's reaction to another girl standing up against boys. He shook his head at the strange actions of his sister and the girl. They would probably get along.
He stood up and changed into his pyjamas, made from the finest of silk of course, and stood by the window, looking up into the sky.
'All in the name of tradition…'
A/N: C'mon… you all definitely saw this coming! I want to start doing author note thingys in all of my series and any future one-shots if I'm ever bothered to write one. It's really hard to do for me though because I write way too much sometimes and I don't really have any ideas.
The fountain of inspiration has run dry, now unable to support the creativity that depends on its luxurious life.
…I don't know where I was going with that one. I was trying to do a metaphor but I'm absolutely awful at them, I'll just stick with similes, thank you very much.
Well, that's all now, see you next week! (Unless you read any of my other stories, since, in that case, see you on Friday or Monday!)
Enjoy!