the worst word in history, and it’s a lame excuse for losers, Mr. Blackstar,” Charmwill said. “Will that be your answer to my next exam?”
“With all due respect, sir, you don’t teach us history,” Loki shrugged. “All you teach us is fairy tales. They’re all boring, clichéd, and easy to predict.”
“Is that so?” Charmwill turned to Loki, staring at him from behind his glasses. “Can you tell me then what the pigeons did to Cinderella’s stepsisters in the end of the Brothers Grimm fairy tale?”
“There were pigeons in Cinderella’s tale?” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hmm…kissed her and turned into a Prince Charming?” Loki guessed.
“I know the answer, sir,” a noisy girl with bushy red hair raised her hand while looking at Loki. Her name was Pippi Luvbug. She had that hazy aura about her, too dreamy, too enthusiastic, and very annoying. Loki knew she had a crush on him, and had tried to avoid her repeatedly. “I know the answer,” she stretched her hand as if wanting to go to the bathroom, not answer a question.
“Please enlighten Mr. Blackstar for me, Miss Luvbug,” Charmwill rubbed his beard, proud of his enthusiastic student.
Pippi stood up, fixed her dress a little, and brushed her teeth with her forefinger before talking. “The pigeons picked out both of their eyes, sir,” she said happily.
“Awesome answer,” Charmwill said. “Thank you, Miss Luvbug. You can sit down now.”
Pippi winked at Loki before sitting down. He found it rather creepy that the girl who was so happy with pigeons pecking out people’s eyes, winked at him. Deep inside, Loki felt funny about the strange fact he’d missed in the Cinderella story.
So fairy tales aren’t all about kisses, frogs, and princes? Why didn’t anyone tell me about this awesome tale of pigeons pecking out eyes when I was a kid? Oh, that’s right; I can’t even remember being a kid.
Charmwill allowed Loki inside, and continued reading. Loki sat next to Pippi who couldn’t stop looking at him and was sitting too close for comfort. Sometimes, Loki didn’t always think of Pippi as a bother, even if she was a little bit off her rocker. He could relate to that. What really aggravated him was that he actually found her attractive.
Don’t trust her. She might be a demon. She just enrolled in school last week, and you know nothing about her. Are you going to make the same mistake that got you kicked out of the pearly gates?
Loki avoided Pippi until the bell of freedom rang and class was over. He had to meet up with Charmwill to report his failed attempts at killing Dork Dracula, and he wanted to discuss the weird phone call from Igor the Magnificent.
Walking the empty corridor on the last floor, which led to Charmwill’s office, the storage door opened suddenly and someone pulled him inside. Loki didn’t have time to pull out his stake, but he eased up a bit when he saw it was Pippi. She closed the door, leaving them stuck in the tight place among brooms and stinky cleaning buckets.
“Kiss me, Loki,” Pippi pulled him closer to her.
“What?” Loki panicked while detergents fell from the shelves.
“Kiss me, just like in fairy tales,” she closed her eyes, and pursed her lips, stretching them out like a duck’s beak. “Let me know if you’re the one for me.”
“Get off me, Pippi,” Loki said. She had wrapped her legs around him and he couldn’t set himself free. Looking at her, he confessed, “I don’t want to kiss you, and I don’t believe in that crap about true love’s kiss!” he said; trying to push her away, but Pippi had limbs like an octopus and they were sticking to him.
Pippi opened her eyes, disappointed with Loki. She pulled him even closer and plunged her lips onto his. Loki felt like he was struck by lightning. He’d never kissed a girl in ordinary life before—and he couldn’t remember if he had before he was banned. Even from Pippi, it felt so…so…good. Why hadn’t he tried this
“With all due respect, sir, you don’t teach us history,” Loki shrugged. “All you teach us is fairy tales. They’re all boring, clichéd, and easy to predict.”
“Is that so?” Charmwill turned to Loki, staring at him from behind his glasses. “Can you tell me then what the pigeons did to Cinderella’s stepsisters in the end of the Brothers Grimm fairy tale?”
“There were pigeons in Cinderella’s tale?” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hmm…kissed her and turned into a Prince Charming?” Loki guessed.
“I know the answer, sir,” a noisy girl with bushy red hair raised her hand while looking at Loki. Her name was Pippi Luvbug. She had that hazy aura about her, too dreamy, too enthusiastic, and very annoying. Loki knew she had a crush on him, and had tried to avoid her repeatedly. “I know the answer,” she stretched her hand as if wanting to go to the bathroom, not answer a question.
“Please enlighten Mr. Blackstar for me, Miss Luvbug,” Charmwill rubbed his beard, proud of his enthusiastic student.
Pippi stood up, fixed her dress a little, and brushed her teeth with her forefinger before talking. “The pigeons picked out both of their eyes, sir,” she said happily.
“Awesome answer,” Charmwill said. “Thank you, Miss Luvbug. You can sit down now.”
Pippi winked at Loki before sitting down. He found it rather creepy that the girl who was so happy with pigeons pecking out people’s eyes, winked at him. Deep inside, Loki felt funny about the strange fact he’d missed in the Cinderella story.
So fairy tales aren’t all about kisses, frogs, and princes? Why didn’t anyone tell me about this awesome tale of pigeons pecking out eyes when I was a kid? Oh, that’s right; I can’t even remember being a kid.
Charmwill allowed Loki inside, and continued reading. Loki sat next to Pippi who couldn’t stop looking at him and was sitting too close for comfort. Sometimes, Loki didn’t always think of Pippi as a bother, even if she was a little bit off her rocker. He could relate to that. What really aggravated him was that he actually found her attractive.
Don’t trust her. She might be a demon. She just enrolled in school last week, and you know nothing about her. Are you going to make the same mistake that got you kicked out of the pearly gates?
Loki avoided Pippi until the bell of freedom rang and class was over. He had to meet up with Charmwill to report his failed attempts at killing Dork Dracula, and he wanted to discuss the weird phone call from Igor the Magnificent.
Walking the empty corridor on the last floor, which led to Charmwill’s office, the storage door opened suddenly and someone pulled him inside. Loki didn’t have time to pull out his stake, but he eased up a bit when he saw it was Pippi. She closed the door, leaving them stuck in the tight place among brooms and stinky cleaning buckets.
“Kiss me, Loki,” Pippi pulled him closer to her.
“What?” Loki panicked while detergents fell from the shelves.
“Kiss me, just like in fairy tales,” she closed her eyes, and pursed her lips, stretching them out like a duck’s beak. “Let me know if you’re the one for me.”
“Get off me, Pippi,” Loki said. She had wrapped her legs around him and he couldn’t set himself free. Looking at her, he confessed, “I don’t want to kiss you, and I don’t believe in that crap about true love’s kiss!” he said; trying to push her away, but Pippi had limbs like an octopus and they were sticking to him.
Pippi opened her eyes, disappointed with Loki. She pulled him even closer and plunged her lips onto his. Loki felt like he was struck by lightning. He’d never kissed a girl in ordinary life before—and he couldn’t remember if he had before he was banned. Even from Pippi, it felt so…so…good. Why hadn’t he tried this
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