The Boy With the Silver Eyes ~A NaNoWriMo Entry~

When a new boy named Peter Menard comes to their high school, Best friends Sarah Wagner and Alex Haisgen know there's something different about him. When the truth is revealed, a whirlwind of lies, jealousy, and hatred stirs. An old rivalry begins again, and Sarah is right in the middle of it. Sarah must travel to a world were magic, monsters, sprites, and fairies roam. Will she succeed, or will her life end as she knows it?
Cover created by Willow Angel.


10. Chapter 9

November 7th, 2015

Sarah’s POV:

Erica brought me to my bedroom, which looked like something out of a fairytale! The theme of the room was silver and gold like the rest of the castle. The canopy bed rested against one wall, silky, golden curtains hanging down from it. A writing desk with an inkwell, several quills, and a stack of parchment sat next to it. A tall mirror sat in the back of the room on top of a small dresser. “T…this is my room?” I gasped, running my hand over the bed’s soft quilt. “Why, of course! Aren’t you used to this sort of thing?” Erica asked, confused. I shook my head.

“Not even in my wildest dreams!” I muttered, grinning. Erica smiled and bowed. “If you need anything else, ring for me,” she said, gesturing towards a golden rope extending down from the ceiling. “Thank you, Erica,” I said. She looked startled, as if she wasn’t used to being thanked! “Um…you’re welcome, your highness. Now, would you like me to send someone up to dress you?” she said. My eyes widened.

“Oh no, thank you, I’ll be fine,” I said. Erica bowed again and left the room. I walked over to the dresser and looked inside. Stacks of neatly folded dresses were in the first drawer. I wrinkled my nose. I hated wearing dresses! I looked through two more drawers and finally found one that had some normal clothes.

I found a simple electric-blue nightgown and changed into it. It was soft on my skin, almost as if it were weightless. The shade reminded me of Peter’s eyes. Immediately, I began to cry. Peter was probably in so much pain right now! I needed to be there with him, to comfort him, but I couldn’t! I was so worried about him! I couldn’t get him off my mind. Is this what love felt like? I didn’t know. Maybe it was for me. I sat down at the desk and began writing a note that I would give to Peter if I ever saw him again.

Dear Peter,

I don’t know how to put this, so I’m just going to say it. I think I love you. As I think of you lying in a hospital bed, alone and hurt, I feel a sharp pain in my chest. Every time you smile my way, my heart does a gymnastic routine and I feel faint. Your accent makes my head spin and my heart light. I’ve only known you for a few days, but that just makes it all seem more real. I love everything about you. I’d understand if you don’t feel the same way, but it would hurt. 

Forever yours,


I looked over the note and crumpled it up, tossing it into the trashcan by the desk. I sucked at making words fit together. I sighed in frustration and got up, walking over to the mirror. I looked at my reflection, wrinkling my nose. I was ugly. All of my friends told me I wasn’t, but I knew they were lying. They always did. Peter couldn't possibly fall in love with a girl like me. He deserved so much better! I flopped down on top of my bed, sinking in to the soft mattress. I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there if someone hadn’t knocked on the door.

“Can I come in?” said Alex’s voice. I quickly wrapped the first cover around me. “Yeah, you can,” I said. Alex came in, wearing an orange, weird, medieval-type outfit. It suited him. “Did Halloween come back so soon?” I joked. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Um…did you need something?” I asked, scooting a bit closer to him. He swallowed hard and then shrugged. “No, I just wanted to say goodnight,” he said softly. “Oh. I see. Alex, could you do me a favor?” I asked, getting up and retrieving the crumpled note from the garbage can. I straightened it out and handed it to him.

“Could you read this for me? I don’t know if it’s any good,” I said. “Yeah, of course,” he said, smiling. We sat there in an awkward silence as Alex read the note to himself, his Irish accent making the note sound better than it really was. When he finished it, he handed it back to me and got up. “It’s great. Peter will like it,” he muttered, getting up to leave. He turned back to me and said, “If he doesn’t love you for who you are, then he doesn’t deserve you. Just remember that when you give this to him,” he said softly. I nodded.

“Don’t worry, I will,” I said, getting up and giving Alex a hug. I could feel his muscles tense as I wrapped my arms around him, and, of course, I wondered why. I quickly pushed the thought aside as soon as he hugged ne back. “Well, goodnight!” he said, leaving the room.

Alex’s POV:

As soon as I knew I was out of earshot of Sarah’s room, I let out a scream of frustration. She loved him! She actually loved him! The boy who was hired to be her murderer! But of course, she didn’t know that yet, and with the way her father acted, she probably never would! Hot, angry tears spilled over my cheeks as I stormed out of the castle. It was actually quite small, so that didn’t take me long. I headed into the grove of trees resting just beyond the castle’s gates.

I found my ‘quiet place’, a large oak tree with a small fort-like structure at the top. I bounded up the steps I had made and settled down in the crook of two branches, where my hidden stash a food and…stuff was. I pulled out my flute from the bottom of the pile at put it to my lips, beginning to play the tune. It was one I had put together myself, and it sounded beautiful, if I do say so myself. The notes flowed easily as my fingers flew over the flute. It was a haunting, eerie tune. Not happy, but not sad either.

“That’s beautiful. Where’d you learn it?” a voice chimed in my ear. I whipped around and sent the pixie that had been on my shoulder flying. She stopped herself before she hit any trees, but the light around her turned red, telling me that she was annoyed. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there!” I gasped, setting the flute aside and putting my hand out for her to land on. She hesitantly landed and then sat down.

“Can you play it again? It’s so pretty!” she said, resting her chin in her hands. I nodded. She moved to a branch up above and laid down, resting her chin in her hands. I began to play my song again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the pixie swaying from side to side, her eyes closed. When I finished the song again, she sighed happily. “Where did you learn to play like that?” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. I gripped my flute tightly. “My dad taught me. He’s gone, now,” I said, trying not to cry. The pixie’s wings drooped.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked,” she said, perching on my shoulder. I shrugged. “It’s fine. You didn’t know,” I muttered. “Well, I have to go. Your playing was beautiful,” she said, flying back to the pond by the castle. “At least someone likes me a little,” I muttered.


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