Wings

Ch. 3- I May Grant Your Wishes but I Draw the Line at Calling You Master

Ch. 3- I May Grant Your Wishes, but I Draw the Line at Calling You Master

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

"Wake up! Wake up!" an alarm clock in the form of my brilliant brother screeced, disturbing my peaceful slumber. I groaned. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said, sounding way too cheerful. Go away, I thought. "Okay, then we result in the hard way," he sang. I felt a few droplets of water rain on my arms before the whole bucket of water splashed myself. I felt the cold cubes of ice slither down my lean figure, yet I still didn't open my eyes. As fairies, extreme temperatures barely affect us. I used my enhanced senses to see that Trey's mouth was wide open as I snuggled my face back into my pillow. "Fine, we have to result to this," he sighed before swiftly pulling my sheets off from on top of me. I abruptly sprung forward, my face red.

"You can pour ice water on me, but you CANNOT TAKE MY BLANKETS AWAY FROM ME!" I seethed in rage. I'm pretty sure my ears would set of the smoke detector, but luckily I was covered in the water to douze the real flames in my head.

I must've looked pretty intimidating because he threw my soggy sheets at me and slowly backed away, desperately saying, "Okay, calm down sis, I'm going now, get ready soon please."

I took a few deep breaths after he left the room. Then I stumbled to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After I was feeling a lot more refreshed. I decided to wear a coral colored ruffled cami, a cream colored lace-style knitted shrug, and dark sparkly jeans, along with my nude ballet flats for school. I ran a brush through my hair before running downstairs, not bothering with make-up, since I never wear any anyways.

I had to run to our Porsche to get in before my brother left without me. It happened once, and believe me, it is not fun to poof in the hedges behind the school to avoid getting spotted by someone. I would poof myself a new Lamborghini, but it would seem a little fishy if one of those were to appear out of nowhere.

We glided into the school parking lot. As I saw Eddie walk towards Trey (Who just happens to be his best friend), I slipped away from him. I saw my best friend, Ramona. Ramona is the kind of person who is (almost) everyone's friend and (almost) no one's enemy. I remember when Ramona missed school to watch after me when I got the Fairy Flu last year and my mom had to work, and when she patted my back and muttered soothing words after I was so fed up of the bullies in second grade. She has light brown hair with short bangs and layers that go a little past her shoulders. She has light freckles and warm, sparkling ocean blue eyes. Oh yeah, she's also a witch.

Witches are like supernaturals, but they are closer to nature and they need certain spells to create magic. Unlike supernaturals with single elements, witches' spells don't come naturally. Witches need to practice magic to do it right. Witches are also really close to nature.

She recognisd the facial expression I always sport whenever I get a new godchild. "Who is it this time?" she asked me.

"Dear ole Edward over there," I said lamely, pointing at Eddie and my brother.

"Really?! Wow, Eddie Miller needs a godmother? So cool! Have you, well, done anything yet?" she winked at me. My mouth fell wide open at the naughty question before returning back to its original scowl.

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It," I articulated. She giggled.

"I was just kidding," she assured. My scowl didn't waver a bit. "Okay, fine, forget I ever said that," she sighed. "Oh, speak of the devil, here he comes," Ramona added, nodding to the left. I turned and saw Eddie walking towards us. As he stopped in front of us, I saw girls give us dirty looks while fluffing up their hair and reapplying numerous coats of mascara, obviously wondering why Eddie would even look at nobody's like us.