Wings

Ch. I- Yes Fairies are Real

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Ch. 1- Yes, Fairies are Real

Pic on the side is of Angeline------------------>

I watched as the girl in the shimmering golden gown twirled with the music so perfectly, she might've been on a cloud of air. A handsome boy in a tuxedo met her eyes. He walked over to her and said something to her. She blushed as he grabbed her waist and held her close. The swayed to the slow music, and even though it was barely a breath, I could make out what she wanted. "I wish for him to kiss me."

I smiled, my work almost done. With one flick of my wrist, he was leaning towards her. I turned around and poofed out of the castle-like school. She won't remember me once I leave her.

Wait, flick, poof? Yes, I am some kind of crazy supernatural being that you all probably won't believe in.

I landed in a small office, only to see my trainer, Madame Fleur, steaming, literally steaming, with the smoke coming out of her ears and nose, looking like some deranged angry bull.

"What izz ze meaning of zis?!" She exclaims in a heavy French accent.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked, feeling confused.

"Zis," she says, flicking her wrist. A large screen immediately appeared in front of us, portraying the scene of me granting my old godchild's last wish. I saw myself hear her whispered wish, me flick my wrist, and then disappear. After I was gone, the boy suddenly looked confused as to why he was leaning towards some girl he never noticed till then. In that hesitant moment, she bumped her nose right into his.

"ARRGH!" He yelled, causing all of the dancing in the room to seize. Even the music stopped. People craned their necks to see what was going on.

Suddenly, the girl's golden dress started quivering. In a puff of smoke, the dress vanished, leaving behind a tattered hoodie and ripped jeans with paint stains on them. Her perfect makeup disappeared, revealing her eyes and lips covered with black sharpie. "What happened?" She asked.

The boy's face became pale. "D-did you drug me or something? Because I would never, and I mean never touch you," he said in an extremely harsh tone.

A blonde girl in a skimpy hot pink dress came up to him. "Come on babe, let's go somewhere more private," she purred, trying to sound seductive but making it sound like she was constipated.

The video ended when the girl ran out of the dance. "Do you zee? You cannot just leave a godchild or elze ze wish will not have an effect. You must ztay there till ze last wish izz granted," Madame Fleur said sternly. I stared at my tutor and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I mean, how was I supposed to know that?

"Anyways, you have a new godchild. He isn't as needy as some of them, but I have head that he izz a big handful. Here," she said, shoving a fat file in my hand. "Good luck," she said last before poofing out of the cluttered office. I sighed before poofing back into my room in my house.

If you haven't already guessed yet, I am a fairy. No, not those tiny things with the pointy ears and teeny slippers, (that's a completely different breed of fairies, and they're quite annoying, if I do say so myself) but a fairy godmother trainee. I am 17, soon to be 18, years old and really short at 5' 2". We do not have pointy ears, but all fairy godmothers are born with golden blonde hair and electric blue eyes. I was born like that, but soon my hair became a really dark brown-black, with only one golden lock hidden securely right behind my ear. It's also pretty strange that my eyes change colors often, ranging from forest green to a dark violet. But I am a fairy, and that's the only thing that mattered.

My mom knocked on my door. She quietly entered. "Oh, I see you have a new godchild there," she commented, giving me a perky smile. Fairy blood runs through my mom's family. For me to become a fairy was a fifty-fifty chance, regardless of the paternal genes. I won the coin toss and became a fairy. My twin brother, Trey, didn't, so he's a human, oblivious to the secrets of our household.

"I'll leave you alone to look at your assignment. Tell me if you want something to eat!" She chirped and walked out my door. I opened the file and gasped. No, it couldn't be...

A pair of sharp green eyes pierced me through a photograph. The boy's jet black hair was tousled in a just-got-out-of-bed way. I was staring at the face of Eddie Miller, the handsome, popular player of my high school.