The Fairy Garden Book 1: A fight for the throne

Kaitlin

I walk towards Amber. "This is Kaitlin M. Park, a human, aged nine." Amber says, she gripped my hand. I saw myself sayinging "Falcon!" powerfully. Then music notes came out of my palm, then a falcon came swooping in from behind me, and then green stuff lay a trail behind me then grew into trees and flowers and other types of plants.

"Nature fairy!" Amber says to the crowd.

"Awesome!" I say.

"You shall use these powers well Kaitlin and Shelby." Says Amber

"OK..." Shelby and I speak at the same time.

Me and Shelby let Jeremy run free, but never out of our sight, and then Amber says, "Now Kaitlin and Shelby go meet some people while you're here."

We walk to an old man with a long thick white beard, wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and a red pointed hat.

He says to us, "Hello Shelby, Kaitlin. It's nice to have some new people 'round the garden." he says, tipping his hat to us. "My name is Saint Nick, but most people call me Santa Claus, or just Santa. I'm here in the Cypress Garden having a holiday."

"What? Does Santa live here too? What's next, the Easter Bunny?" Says Shelby, bewildered.

Shelby and I walk towards a group of identical fairies with blonde hair and leafy green dresses.

"Hello!" I say.

"YOU'RE A HUMAN! I'M TINKER BELL! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND, HIS NAME IS ALVIN! YOU'RE NEARLY AS STUPID AS MY SISTER!" Laughed Fairy One obnoxiously loud, before saying words your mother would hope you never knew existed.

"I'm not stupid!" Sniffs another.

"YES YOU ARE!" Says Tinker Bell, still laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"Actually, she's much smarter than you, Tinker Bell. In the most recent maths test she got eight of ten and you got two out of ten! What does that tell us?" Reasons yet another fairy.

"C'mon girls, let's not fight." Says Amber.

"Yeah, fighting is a total waste of time." Says the final fairy. "Anyway, I'm Tinker." She added.

"I'm Bell." Says Fairy Three.

"I'm Bell-Tinker." Says Fairy Two.

"YOUR NAME IS STUPID!!" Laughs Tinker Bell.

We slowly backed away from this nonsense toward a guy who looked like a cupid. His skin was really pale, he had white hair and he also had a white top and pants on. He had a pair of angel wings on his back, though he had a cheeky, but narcissistic glint in his eye.

"Hi." Says Shelby.

"Waddup. My name is Alvin. I know, I know, you really want an autograph. Here, I always have an extra on me" says Alvin, forcing a photograph into each of our hands.

The pictures were the same. It was Alvin, flexing his muscles. Alvin had scribbled his name in the corner hastily and messily, like he had forgotten to put it there, and just realised before he spotted them, which he had, like he did with most people.

"No! I don't even-" Begins Shelby.

"No, no, no, I insist! Tell you what, you can have a few extra, give them to your friends. They'll love you for that." Alvin interrupts.

"No thanks Alvin." I repeat.

"No, really, they are worth lots! Really hard to get one!" Alvin insists.

"No, really, I seriously don't want one." Says Shelby and I.

We both are about to back away when there is a scream. Something has gone wrong. Seriously wrong.