Good Girls

A Fatal Wish, I Think?

I wish I live in a fairy tale.

I walked towards the mini market to follow Maddie. She's been too long inside the mini market! I was too busy concentrating on my wish (and also scolding Maddie in my brain for being too long), and I didn't realize that there was a pool of water. I slipped and fell down, hard. 

I tried to step up, because it's super embarrassing to fall on my knees in public. But suddenly felt the world spinning around me. It spun like a whizzy tornado, blurring my sight. I suddenly felt scared. Does this has anything to do with my wish? Is it Maddie's evil spell? Am I still dreaming? Am I drunk? What the hell is happening?! 

My brain quickly pulled out an answer before it'll explode with too many questions.

The most fatal wish is the wish that you say within the heart. The most fatal wish is the wish that you believe will come true. Be careful what you wish for.

I learned that line when it was a school drama performance, and the Evil Fairy I-forgot-who's-her-name said that when the poor milking maid that-I-also-forgot-who's-her-name wished for love. The Evil Fairy appeared suddenly right after that milking maid wishes for it dearly, with full of concentration.

My stomach suddenly felt queasy. Not just because of this horrible spinning that won't freaking stop, it's also because I'm stuck in this fatal wishing situation, and I can't get out. Am I cursed by the Evil Fairy?  Oh shit.. Wait, I'm also cursing!

The tornado stopped and I fell down to a boring fairy tale rainbow. Wait... Did I just said rainbow?? Am I in a fairy tale land? Well, if I am, then that's okay. Not a really bad wish, I think. I could finally have a nice life where school doesn't exi--

I landed down from the rainbow with a thump!  before I could finish my sentence. My back hurts now, because I fell like an idiot into a green peaceful-like meadow. Why am I always falling, either falling off my bed, falling into my sister's tricks, falling down from a random place, falling when I'm walking casually, falling in lo-- No. I don't like any boys. My friends in class think I'm weird because I haven't got a crush yet. That only leaves some possibilities:

1. I'm heartless, or I don't care about love (to boys).

2. There is no boy that is good enough to be crushed on.

3. I'm a lesbian, which means I don't like boys (obviously).

Anyway, forget that.

I took a deep breath and stood up, even though it's super hard because my back hurts like crazy. I saw a tall, beautiful castle building. It says, "Welcome to Fairy Tale Academy". WHAT?! My biggest dream is to get away from school and run to the fairy tale world, and now it's achieved, but all that I did was running away from school to ANOTHER SCHOOL!! AAAAARRGGHHH!! My head started to scream hysterically.

I felt someone pulling my hand, and in front of me is a weird looking unicorn in a pink suit and a black tie and a fluffy pastel pink mini skirt. 

"Hello, you must be a new student here! Let's see..." she (or he, probably?) said and pulled a high-technology iPad or something. "It says, you're Abigail Maiden, eleven-almost-twelve years old, a girl from Reality! Welcome, Darling!"

I blinked at this stupid unicorn.  "Okay... So where should I go?". The unicorn sashayed and put a layer of designer lip gloss. "You go in this line to get identified whether you're the good, evil, or the behind-the-scenes!" . I seriously don't believe that 'the behind-the-scenes' is a real thing. But still, I reluctantly stood in the line.

There is a big scanner detector like a UFO. It scanned me like, super sloooowwww. It's purple light is filled with some glitter, so I covered my eyes before I got blind. When the purple blinding light is finally gone, I opened my eyes and saw a piece of paper, folded into a... HEART SHAPED ORIGAMI?? I rolled my eyes and opened the paper. It's written:

Dear Abigail Maiden, you are honoured to have a position as a : Behind the Scenes! Your job is to be the Writer. You will have all lessons to write a perfect story based on your main character's life. You will have a suite luxury dormitory room shared with your story partners, the Editor, the Illustrator, and the Narrator. Your room number:  13. Signed, Miss Principal.

Okay, whatever the hell that meant, the only thing I could read from the letter is my position, and my room number, because the whole thing is written in a really pathetic, curly, and fancy hand writing. How am I supposed to understand this shit?!

A nice-looking fairy dropped a cute bag with books and stuff. And in the front pocket, there are keys for my dorm room, number 13, Mystical floor. Although I felt bad for Maddie, I picked up my bag and started to rush to the lift. Maddie's wish was going to this wonderland, but all I could do was going there alone, leaving her at earth.

As I mouthed sorry to Maddie, I straightened my shoulders. My new life is here, as a Writer (even though I don't know what will I do). I like writing, so, I guess I'm fine.  Nothing can go so wrong, right?