CHAPTER 11:
They scooted closer together on the tire swing, their bodies the only warm thing for who knows how far, and put their feet in the tire on the other side so it wouldn't tip them over onto the cold wet ground.
Charlotte's hair was a wet mess, and she was squeezing it out as more water seeped through the cracks in the playground. It was pointless, but gave her something to do. Other than stare at Jonathan. That'd probably freak him out.
They were both wet, and the breeze was blowing cold water on their faces.
As the wind picked up, he smoothly put his arm around her waist to grab the chain holding the swing up. Probably to keep her from falling off. She thought. A cute guy like him would never crush on you.
He pressed his lips to her ear.
"Could anyone hear us if I told you a secret right now?"
Charlotte was more than slightly scared he was actually a murderer and was only pretending to be fourteen and was like a circus midget or something, but answered "No... Why?"
His lips brushed her ear slightly as he spoke into her ear soft as a blanket fresh out of the dryer.
He took a deep breath before saying;
"Charlotte." He paused. "You're a fairy."
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Spellbound
FantasíaThirteen year old Charlotte Blackthorne has always known she wasn't normal. With her tiger-like grace and owl-like intelligence. But she didn't think she was a faerie. Not a faerie like you know, three inches tall, wings, they puke rainbows and glee...
