Chapter 9
I sat at my desk as Amber finished reading her fairy-tale.
"Princess Amber and Prince Demetri lived happily ever after…" she finished with a big smile. I smiled at her as I clapped.
"Well done Amber, Lizzie, you're next," I told her as I took Amber's paper. Lizzie nodded.
"Yes Mr. Jordans," she said softly. She walked up to the front of the class.
"Good luck," Natalie Johnson whispered.
"Once upon a time, long ago, in a far away land, their lived a Princess. Her name was Princess Lizzie.
Our story starts on Princess Lizzie's thirteenth birthday. Princess Lizzie sat at her window, looking out at the village. She watched as the kids danced across the roads. A single tear ran down her cheek. It was illegal to dance in the castle, but oh how she loved to dance. She would dance all the time if she could.
"Princess Lizzie stop your daydreaming," Welda, her mean caregiver, yelled.
"I'm sorry Welda," the princess apologized.
Hours of agonizing torture followed as the Princess was dragged around the castle for her royal ball.
Finally the hour of the ball arrived and the Princess sat upon the throne to her father's left. Even though it was her ball, she wasn't allowed to dance; she could only greet the people. Princess Lizzie sighed as she looked around the dance floor.
The Princess froze when she heard something. She looked up to see a man, on a stage singing, as the people danced. She smiled; the song was so beautiful that it enchanted her. She rose from her seat and glided over to him. She stood just in front of him as he sang. He was looking down at her, smiling at her. She smiled back as she stepped closer to the stage.
After a few more hours she found she couldn't find him. She searched everywhere, but she never found him. She yelled for him, but he never answered. What had happened to her mysterious musician? She never found out.
She looked for him till the day she died, and they say, her ghost still roams the halls of her castle, searching for the mysterious musician," Lizzie finished.
Everyone clapped loudly, many whistled, and more cheered. She smiled as she handed it to me. She walked back to her desk with a big smile on her face.
Lizzie's POV
I sat in my room at Shane's apartment, trying to write a song for the talent show that was in only two days.
3 hours later
"If I smile…" I said as I wrote. I looked down at the light pink paper and smiled. I had over 60 songs spread across my bed. I don't think I'd ever had more inspiration then I did now.
"Hey Princess, it's time for dinner," Shane said poking his head in.
"Coming," I told him as I started to clean up my room. He smiled at me before leaving. I put my papers on a draw in my side table and walked out to the living room. "Hey Shane, what's cookin?"
"Pizza," Shane yelled from the kitchen. "That okay?" Shane asked.
"Will you remember me?"
I hit talk on my cell. "Hello?"
"Hey Lizzie."
"Frankie!" I yelled in excitement. I didn't see Shane look up, or the sadness on his face. "How are you?"
"I'm okay. Soooo, I hear theirs a talent show at your school?"
"Yup, it's in two days," I said with a smile as I sat down on the couch.
"Cool, have someone tape it for me, cause I wanna see it."
"I will," I said with a giggle.
"Frankie! We gotta go!" a voice in the background called.
"KAY Jason!" Frankie yelled. "Sorry Lizzie, I gotta—" I cut him off.
"Who's Jason?" I asked.
"You don't remember Jason? He's the one that called 911 when you almost drowned."
"John?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "I thought his name was John…" I could hear the panic rise in his voice.
"His… um… I'll explain later, gotta go!"
"But Frankie I—" I was cut off as I heard the beep. "Weird," I said to myself before walking over to the bar. "So Shane, what kind of pizza is it?"
A/n Sorry for the long wait everyone, I was taking a break from fanfiction to pack up my apartment. Review please!! NO FLAMES!!!