((Off Topic: Ok I know this chapter isn't as long but I'm kinda brain dead right now, but I can assure you my next chapter will hopefully be even better
The Beginning
Chapter Eight: Thoughts of a Friend
Lavender laid on her bed in her room writing a small poem. She couldn't get Ambrose off her mind and was thinking of him everywhere she went. She was a little upset that he had just disappeared without saying goodbye, but her mother seemed to know where he was and wasn't saying anything.
That morning the young princess walked toward the gates of Central City after school and stopped at Ambrose' house, but she could tell it was still empty. She walked with her head down as if condemned. For what seemed like the fortieth time that day Lavender walked with tears in her eyes. "How could he just leave, it's not fair...." She said as she saw her father waiting for her at the edge of the shining city. "Daddy it's not fair, Ambrose still isn't home!" She cried as she ran to her father and hugged his waist tightly, crying into his cloak. "Oh honey he'll be back. His father got some vacation time and took his family to the Other Side...." The King said rubbing his daughters head before lifting her onto the horse.
Lavender looked up and sniffled as her father wiped her tears off her sparkling cheeks. "Really, how long will he be gone?" She asked looking down at her father from the hroses back. "Oh about a month or so...." He said climbing on himself. Oz started to sniffle again and stayed silent the whole way to Finaqua. Ambrose I miss you please hurry home! She thought as she wrote in her diary. She put her pencil down and sighed rolling onto her back from her bed and looked up as she thought about the smile he had. She always loved it. That night she cried herself to sleep, the tears on her face glinting in the moonlight shining through her bedroom window. "Ambrose please come back!" She cried as she started to get weak from crying so hard. Around midnight she finally dozed off and fell asleep.
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Ambrose felt the cold chill of the water against his bare skin. The water had gotten cold long ago, but he didn't want to get out in fear of having to face the boys who would probably laugh at him and ask him what it was like to get arrested. The chill from the ice cold water was slowly numbing his entire body, but he didn't want to leave. There was so uch racing through his mind, mostly how Lavender was doing, his beloved princess. The young inventor finally started to shiver and sat up in the water leaving his hands in the water. "Dad!" Ambrose shouted, but only the stillness of the night answered back to him. "Dad!" He shouted again, but no one came.
Figuring they were all asleep, Ambrose painfully got out of the bath and dried himself off with the towel that his Aunt Brianna had laid out for him. He got dressed into his pajamas and ran down the stairs looking around. "H-Hello?" He said quietly looking around, but the living room and kitchen were both empty except for the suitcases. Ambrose looked down the hall as Lavender once again flashed into his mind. Oh Lavender I wish I were with you right now he thought as he very quietly walked back up the stairs. He opened the door to his Aunt and Uncle's room and looked around, but the bed was empty and made, same with his parents room. Walking to the boys room, he quietly opened the door and looked inside at the beds on either side of the room.
The boys were there, but where were his parents, Aunt and Uncle. Walking to MiKayla's room he also peaked in and saw the young girl sleeping. Closing the door gently he walked back down the stairs and grabbed a hoodie he saw and slipped it on. He took one step to the door and turned the handle, but once he opened the door a loud alarm started and he quickly closed it and slid to the ground. He pulled his legs close to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees ignoring the pain that shot through his hand. The young inventor cried all night long, in fear his parents had abandoned him as well his love for Princess Lavender and not being able to say goodbye. "Lavender I'm so sorry...." He said as he began to cry, a small tear fell down his face shining in the moonlight that was creeping through the window. He walked over to the couch and covered up in the warm balnket his mother had made for him and cried himself to sleep.