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“Miguel! Wake up!”  Miguel slowly opened his eyes and looked up.
“Oh, come on! Tilly, stop it! I have an alarm clock, you know.”

The so-called ‘Tilly’ stuck her tongue out. She was a short girl about age 10, with straight brown hair and a vivid imagination. She turned on her red boots and stormed out of the room.

Another day at training for battle. Miguel was a descendant of the Queen’s driver and was required to fight in the war for the jewels when he was of age. His parents would have wanted him sent away to the HQ earlier, but the Head General denied it. Miguel’s parents didn’t care about him. From where he came from, (the village of Recrackle) girls were more liked. His sister was the princess of the house, and he was the servant. In many ways, he was glad to be sent away to fight. He didn’t have as many chores.

Miguel slowly trudged to the closet, where he put on his usual clothes (a sweatshirt and jeans) and walked to the mess hall for breakfast.

A blast of sound welcomed him. Everyone was eating something yummy, like pancakes with bananas, or French toast with bananas, or an egg with banana sauce. As you can tell, the chef loved using bananas. Miguel plopped down by his friend Freddy.

“Hi Miggy,” Freddy said, a piece of Banana Surprise in his hand. “Today is fencing after history! I love fencing. Don’t you? The rush of stabbing a stick through an enemy, the feel of the cold handle in your hands,” Freddy said sarcastically. “Really, I’m more of a cannon guy.”
Miguel laughed. “I’m gonna get some French Banana Toast.” He got up and walked to the line. He gasped. He was standing behind the most popular girl in school: Alezandra, aka Alez, Fuego. She was said to be a great friend, but if you were on her bad side, you couldn’t stand a foot behind her. And Miguel was on her bad side.
The reason was because of the Nargnok, a jousting competition. A few months ago, Alezandra became this first girl to enter the event. Miguel made the mistake of standing up to her. “Girls can’t do sports. They’re too princessey. You’ll never win,” he had sneered. Alezandra punched him in the face, (he had a black eye for six weeks) and ended up winning.
He held his breath. Alezandra turned around slowly and looked him up and down. “Seems that your black eye went away. Would you like a new one?”
Miguel shook his head. “N-no, not at all. Please!”
Alezandra smiled. “Well, watch out. It could come again if you’re not careful. But I don’t think you’re THAT stupid.” Her cousin Fae laughed. She used to be Miguel’s friend, but after what he said to Alez, she never talked to him again.
Miguel got his food and sat back down. Freddy sighed. “Wow, I can’t believe she didn’t attack you again. Watch out. You’ll never know when she’ll come at you,” he warned.
“Yeah. I’m glad to be able to let go that breath I was holding.” Miguel said, and exhaled.

Alezandra Harper Fuego came from a long line of warriors. Her great-great-great-grandmother was the Head General for the Queen. Alez wasn’t that bad once you got to know her. She just hated when something offended her or deflated her spirit. She had an ego, sure, but it wasn’t as big as everyone thought. Most of her friends actually were real friends, and she had lots of skill in, well, everything. Usually, she hated when someone called her an orphan. Yeah, both her parents were dead from the Orange Death and yeah, she was pretty sad about it, but she was no Little Orphan Annie. She was Strong Girl Alez.

She was, however, good with boys. She grew up with them. After her parents died, she was sent to a foster home with 7 boys!  She knew exactly how they thought and could weasel her way through any tough guy’s -.

Today was fencing, right after history. Alez loved fencing. She loved being able to feel your sword go through SOMETHING, though it was gross if that something was an intestine. She loved the feel of the handle, the way it was like an arm extension. She just hoped she could go against Miguel Barnett, just so she could prove again that she was better at fencing than him. Heck, in Nargnok he was knocked out in the first round while she won! And he says boys are better than girls.