The Queen Of All Strange Things

1 [Revised]

When I was six, I saw a fairy. She was tiny, with glowing wispy wings and she stole my cookie. I cried, screaming at my mom that a bad fairy took my limited one chocolate chip cookie per day issue.

My mom, of course, didn't believe me and didn't give me a cookie refund either.

When I was eight, I found that there were tiny people living in my attic. I didn't sleep for months, fearing that they will organise an army and eat me. I told my mom, but she dismissed it all as rats.

Trust me, I saw a half eaten rat once.... We didn't have a cat.

When I was ten, a witch tried to kidnap me. She was ugly, with warts on her face, a crooked nose and a broomstick. She held out a lollipop to me. My mom smiled and told me to take it. Me, being the paranoid one since I was young, kicked her in the ankle and ran.

I got a good scolding for that.

When I was eleven, I was so fed up of seeing things that were not real that I never mentioned anything to my mom again. I yelled at every fairy tale being I could see and chased them. I must say, I was not proud of my behaviour. But it worked.

I didn't see anything unusual for five years.

But when I was sixteen, I saw a gnome in my garden. And it totally freaked me out.

You see, at that time I had already googled my symptoms. The closest I could get was Paranoia Schizophrenia. You all might even think that I might have freaked out over a garden gnome statue. Let me tell you this, we didn't own any.

Also, it moved.

Then you might say, 'If you think you have Schizophrenia, it's no wonder that you saw it move!'

And yes. I pretty much thought the same thing.

I might have stated at the gnome that was supposedly messing up or arranging mom's rose bushes that my mom tapped on my shoulder, Amy?'

I spun around, trying to make my mom see anything unusual in the garden. She simply opened the faucet and washed her plate before putting it back on the rack. I picked up the homework I just completed a while ago and stuffed them in the bag, still trying to spy on the gnome.

But something honked in front of our porch and I stormed out, almost tripping, before getting into the school bus. As usual, I earned a few snickers here and there. The driver gave me a weird look and I slumped on an empty seat.

The drive was very... Melancholy. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just my distracted mind. I didn't feel my best friend, Isabella sit next to me until she snapped her fingers in front of my face.

'Earth to Amethyst. Earth to Amethyst. Over.'

'Huh?'

'What did you read last night?'

I shook my head. 'Nothing special.'

Isabella shrugged and pulled out her phone. She then proceeded to show all the photos her latest crush posted on Facebook. I simply listened to my own amusement. The victim this time was Shane, senior year basketball player and the top of his grade.

'Doesn't he look cute.'

'Uh huh,' I said.

We had gone through this routine a dozen times. She gets a crush of someone she knows, never talks to the guy, said guy gets a girlfriend and she gets her heart broken.

'I wish I could speak to him.'

'Then why don't you?'

She gave me this glaring look as if saying, 'You think that is a good idea?'

I had to admit. It wasn't.

There was a reason the two of us were best friends.  Both of us were nerdy geeks with dreams no ordinary teen dreams of (and also not possible to accomplish as a regular human being). She wants to work in NASA, I want to be the the most successful author the world had ever seen (and have a movie made out of my book).

Our progress? Ehhh... Not much. Isa hates and flunks math. I choose science for my advanced level and suck at literature and I have barely written anything.

We also are probably the only two girls in Flinton Academy that is curious about the existence of aliens and sing songs out loud in the corridor. We are weird that way.

The day went on as usual. We had Biology classes where Mr. Clarkson forced us to kill a earthworm by dipping it in hydrochloric acid and dissecting it. I think it traumatized Isa. Then there was math, where we had to deal once again with triangles and graphics. We had chemistry, which I hated the most of all. The two of us separated during the interval time since Mrs. James wanted to have a word with Isa about the choire competition next month.

I went off to the locker to reduce some of the load from my backpack. Textbooks can be very annoyingly heavy. There was not much people at the time. There were a few kids running around, chasing after each other.

You see, Flinton was a very small rural town in Britain. Most people might not have even heard of the place. And small town means little people. So when there were only about thirty kids per grade, it was pretty stupid to have seperate Primary, Elementary and High schools. So the founder of the school simply put it all in one.

Six to Eleven year olds were in one new building, Twelve to Nineteen year olds in the older buildings. But it must be said, the population was increasing.

So it didn't amuse me when a Twelve year old passed by the lockers for high schools and heading towards the cafeteria.

Oh no.

The problems was the ghost dragon that was floating besides him.

At that moment, I decided that I was going to see a psychiatrist that very evening.

'I still disapprove you attending a very... questionable place like this, my prince. If you want to learn, there was plenty of sources in_'

'I wish you could have told that to Zeus,' the boy muttered.

Okay, the dragon was talking and the kid was a prince.

The dragon's tail swept past the nearest locker. It was a sight to behold actually, a twenty feet long long blue Chinese dragon squeezing through a school corridor while snaking around in the air. It's eyes glowed like gem and it's scales shimmered in deep blue. It even had a silvery mane and beard that floated around as if it were swimming. A tuft of silver hair grew out of the tip of it's tail.

But I didn't miss the row of long sharp teeth and the talons.

I must have gaped at it for a long time since the dragon locked its gaze with mine, forcing me to give out an embarrassing, 'Eep!'

The prince turned to look at me, with one of his brows raised. He looked rather.... Asian to be in fact. His straight black hair stood in various angles while he had deep gray eyes that was... Pretty scary.

'What are you staring at?' he said.

I was lost for words. I slammed my locker and was just about to walk away when the dragon's face zoomed in front of me.

I took a deep breath while I muttered, 'This is not real. This is not real. And I really need to take medication.'

I think the dragon might have heard me since it gave out a very hearty laugh and turned to the prince.

'She's a Seer, sire. And she doesn't seem to know she is one.'

The prince responded with a very tired and annoyed sigh.