Title: Angels & Devils
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, unfortunately.
Note: English is not my fist language.
"I said that you are going."
"And I said that I'm not!"
"Don't use that tone with me, young lady! I'm your father and you'll obey to me."
"You can't force me to go to that stupid masked party," the girl states stubbornly.
"Are you sure?" the father challenges her.
Someone rings at the Miranda's door.
"Go to your bedroom and don't come out until you are ready to obey to me."
"Never," she mumbles shuffling away.
"Shut up!" her father yells.
"What has she done this time?"
"Oh, Lorenzo! Hello Silvia, how are you today?"
"Fine, thanks," the girl answers politely.
"Such a nice girl! I wish mine were even a thousand part like yours, Lorenzo," Mr Miranda pats Silvia's head.
"What's the problem now?"
"She doesn't want to go to the school party. And she answered rudely to me. Again. And… "
While the two men discuss young Miranda's bad manners and attitude, Silvia, who looked around but didn't find her friend, goes to hers room. She knocks.
"Go away! I won't go and you won't change my mind!" Pepa shouts.
"Pepa, it's me," Silvia says quietly.
The door opens.
"Hi. Sorry, I thought you were my father," Pepa gives her an apologetic smile.
Silvia shrugs and enters in the room; she clears a spot on the bed and sits down.
"You won't go where?"
"At the school party."
Pepa plops down and misses the disappointed look on Silvia's face.
"Pepa! You are sitting on your clothes, they will get creased!"
The brunette pulls them out from below her and throws them carelessly in a corner.
"Why don't you want to go?" Silvia asks, rolling her eyes at her friend's act. "It will be funny, all the masks."
"I'm not stupid," Silvia retorts offended.
"I didn't say that. I said that the masked party stuff is stupid," Pepa defends herself.
"I like the idea and I want to go to the party, so this makes me stupid," the redhead insists.
"You are not stupid. But everyone else is."
Pepa's answer seems to satisfy Silvia.
"Why are you looking me like that?"
"It could be fun."
"Sure," Pepa says sarcastically. "It will be boring, with lousy music and bad company… and the food won't even be good."
"Come on," Silvia pleads with her friend.
"No, Silvia, I said no!"
"You'll keep me company."
"There will be other people."
"Do it for me."
Pepa shakes her head.
"How beautiful! You really look like an angel." The redhead in her white vest sends her most innocent smile to the adults in the room.
"What are you supposed to be?"
Pepa rolls her eyes. "What do you think?"
"You little devil!"
Pepa, dressed in black and red clothes, spins her plastic pitchfork and grins mischievously.
Pepa is fetching a piece of cake for her friend, when she sees a kid spilling his drink on Silvia and then laughing at her. In an instant she is there and grabs him by the collar.
"Say you are sorry," she shakes him. "Say you're sorry to her!"
"Why should I?" the boy challenges her.
Pepa lets him go and punches him in the nose. "Say. It."
"Sovvy," he mumbles very reluctantly while holding his bleeding nose, then hurries away.
"Hey, is everything okay?"
Silvia sniffs. "You shouldn't have done that."
Pepa shrugs. "He didn't want to apologize to you…"
Silvia laughs a little, but then her eyes begins to fill with tears again.
"Oy, Silvia, what is it now?" Pepa asks confused.
The redhead doesn't speak, but points somewhere over her friend's back. Pepa turns around: the boy was back with his friends, a threatening attitude coming from all of them.
"Say you are sorry."
"Are you crazy?"
"Pepa, please, say you're sorry," Silvia pleads with her friend, scared because of what might happen.
"No way, you can forget it!" Pepa never backs down from a fight.
Their parents find them in the principal's office: Pepa, with her broken pitchfork, was covered with red marks, scratches and blood. Beside her was Silvia, white vest stained with blood, trying her best to clean up Pepa with tissue and water.
"Maria Jose Miranda! You are grounded!" her father shouts, even before knowing what happened.
Pepa doesn't protest, she is used to it and anyway. There was a positive aspect though: she knows that the only exception at her isolation will be Silvia's visits since their families hope that she can rub off on her rebellious friend.
Obviously they don't know that she is the very motive of almost all her fights.
Years later, when they would remember the masked party, they'd chuckle and think that maybe they should have chosen different masks, because Pepa has always been the knight in shining armour for Silvia, her princesa.
Thank you for reading