Henry

Henry Daniel Mills was a common thing to scream recently. The past two weeks, I've been pulling pranks left and right. With Minny at my side, we were undefeated. My mom, (the queen) seemed to really not like my sneaking off to research with Belle either. Minny seemed to love my constant pranks, and to be fair, they were amazing. Our most recent was painting David's face blue while he was asleep. So it was no surprise when I heard Mary Margret and David scream at me.

"HENRY!" David cried even louder than before. I rolled my eyes and looked back.

"Yes oh wise Grandfather?"

Minako, who stood next to me, rolled her eyes.

"Hello Mr. Nolan," She said in a show-offy voice.

He nodded at her. Then grabbed my arm.

"Henry, did you-"

"Nope. Come on Minny. Let's go!" I grabbed her hand and we sprinted off, giggling at David's face, towards her horse Regina had let her borrow. Turns out, she was pretty good. We hopped on and galloped into the woods.

"Henry," Minny asked gently, "How old are you?" She wrapped her arms around my waist as I slowed the horse to a walk through the thick vegetation.

"I'm 15 now. You?"

She blushed a deep red.

"15 as of February 19," She said sweetly.

When we finally made it to where I set up our little place, she gasped with delight. I had set up a picnic for us, you know, to get to know each other. And she loved it.

"Henry! Did you do this? For me?" She danced around the little clearing laughing with glee.

I nodded slowly, suddenly feeling... Weird. I finally saw Minny in full sunlight, with joy decorating her porcelain features. Her laugh sounded like bells, her movements like a Swan. I began thinking I was falling for her. I wanted to test my theory.

She turned to look at me, the sun at her back, making her look as if she was shining like a star. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds. I stepped closer, my heart beating fast. Another step. One more. I grasped her hands, then wrapped my arms around her waist, unsure of how to do this. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning forward ever so slightly. I finally bent down and placed my lips on hers. What I felt was illegal, metaphorically. Fireworks shot off in my mind and I felt like I was in heaven. I pulled her closer against me. Then we broke apart after a few more seconds.

"Wow." Was all she could say.

Narrator

As the young love birds continue their picnic, allow us to look closer at this adolescent girl. She was born during a storm. Lightning, thunder. And rain. Heavy rain. But soon, on her first birthday, a group of thieves kidnapped the young girl and sent her through a portal. Why? Well, you'll have to read on in order to find out. Good luck. Good bye.

Hiiiiiiiii -ShylyAngelic