An Apple A Day DOESN'T Keep The Princes Away
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The plot:
The old woman handed Amaya the apple.
"Take a bite," She cackled. "It'll be the most delicious thing you've ever tasted in your entire life."
Amaya hesitated before bringing the apple to her mouth. She took a bite.
The world started spinning. Black dots faded Amaya's vision before finally, she fell to the ground.
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All Amaya Bradshaw wanted was some food in her stomach before she pedaled back home on her bicycle.
She didn't want a magical apple from a mysterious old lady.
She didn't want to wake up from her slumber only to discover that she was a princess in a fairytale land.
And above all...
SHE DIDN'T WANT PRINCES CHASING AFTER HER HEART!
Chapter One: Never Trust A Stranger.
Beads of sweat formed on Amaya's head as she pedaled faster and faster on her bicycle, the wind completely messing up her hair.
Orpah, her friend, was right beside her.
"Amaya, wait up for goodness sakes!" Orpah gasped, doing her best to keep up with her friend.
Amaya rolled her eyes and laughed, slowing down a bit so Orpah could catch up.
"At least we arrived at the park faster than usual." Orpah muttered, leaning her bike against a bench and getting off.
Amaya nodded and did the same.
"Maybe we could enter a bicycle race if we keep this up." Amaya giggled, sitting down on the bench. Orpah glared at her raven-haired friend.
"You'll have to enter yourself," Orpah sniffed. "I wouldn't waste my time on stupid things like that. Not to mention, your stomach would start aching in the middle of the race, forcing you to forfeit."
"You aren't wrong about that. I would probably be famished halfway through the race." Amaya admitted sheepishly, looking down at the ground in shame.
"You wouldn't even make it halfway." Orpah scoffed, taking off her glasses and cleaning them off with a handkerchief.
"Neither would you," Amaya shot back.
Orpah narrowed her eyes and picked up her water bottle. She unscrewed the cap and gulped down the cold, refreshing drink.
Amaya stared at the water bottle with envy. She reached out for it, resulting in her hand getting slapped away.
"Drinking from the same bottle is very unladylike!" Orpah scolded, wagging a finger at Amaya. "Go find your own drink."
"Can you at least give me some of your sandwich? I'm famished!" Amaya groaned, clutching her aching stomach.
"I told you to pack a snack, but did you listen? No, no you did not!" Orpah snapped.
"Because I wanted to watch anime. You know the cliff hangers MHA leaves." Amaya huffed.
"Anime panime. I don't care for TV shows. All that does is fry your brain!" Orpah exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "I refuse to share my food with you! Go buy food from a booth or something."
Amaya held up the 'finger' to Orpah and got off the bench, darting away before her friend could lecture her about how rude it was to flip people off.
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There were normally food carts in the park, so Amaya was confused when she didn't find anybody selling anything.
This is really weird.. usually I would've come across something by now, Amaya thought, her stomach growling.
Just then, an old lady came waddling up to Amaya, a basket full of apples in her hand.
"Hello, dear. I couldn't help but notice that you looked a bit hungry. Would you like one of my delicious apples?" The old lady offered, a warm smile on her face.
Amaya gave the old woman a small smile. Yes, she was starving, but she also knew about a thing called 'stranger danger'. For all she knew, the apples could be poisoned.
"I gotta admit, those apples look really tasty!" Amaya sighed, her mouth watering. "But I can't take one at the moment."
"And why is that?"
"Because we barely know each other, ma'am."
"Oh! Well then, my name is Beatrice. What's yours?" The old lady asked.
"Amaya."
"Now that we know each other, Amaya, how about you eat one of my apples?" The old lady insisted, shoving the basket in Amaya's face.
"I don't think that's how this works.” Amaya mumbled as she pushed the basket away.
"Just take one apple, please?" The old woman begged.
Amaya continuously shook her head each time the old woman asked her to take one. Eventually, the old woman got fed up with Amaya and took an apple out of the basket, thrusting it into Amaya's hands.
"Take a bite," The old woman cackled. "It'll be the most delicious thing that you've ever tasted in your entire life."
“I believe this is called harassment-"
"JUST TAKE ONE BITE!"
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT."
Amaya hesitated before bringing the apple to her mouth.
She took a bite.
The world started spinning. Black dots faded Amaya's vision before finally, she fell to the ground.
~•~•~•~•
Amaya woke up to the fresh scent of roses. She was laying down on something comfortable, a bed most likely. Her had was on something soft. A pillow.
Wait a damn second.
Her bed was most definitely not comfortable. So why would she be laying down on something nice unless she was in someone else's house?
Amaya immediately sat up and began to panic as she recalled the events that had taken place before she passed out. There was no doubt that she was in the old woman's house.
But then she began to take in the humongous marvelous room. There was a fireplace with logs burning in it, a desk and chair were in the corner of the room, many bookshelves ran across the walls of the room, Amaya's bed was the most aesthetic thing she had ever set her eyes on, and a walk in closet to top it all off.
I'm sure a kidnapper wouldn't put me in such a beautiful room, Amaya thought. If anything, they'd probably put me in some sort of dungeon.
However, none of this stopped Amaya's worries. Where exactly was she? It wasn't a friend's bedroom, that was for sure. Someone had to have found Amaya's unconscious body and brought her to their house. That was the only explanation!
Suddenly, a female barged into the room. She was dressed in a maids outfit and was carrying a large tray of food.
"P-Please forgive me for being late, Princess Amaya!" -
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