Pickles the Fairy

Pickles the fairy (and her eventful first day)

A Fairy Godmother. Who knew there were so many rules to follow? My head hurt just by trying to remember them all.

Even if I'll be transferring to a new school doesn't mean I can just abandon my training. But it is a new school. With new people! I can't help but giggle as I imagine who I'm going to meet. Maybe I can postpone studying the training manual for a few hours, after all it is my first day...

"Pickles!" I hear my mom call out to me. I huff. I wonder what she's going to force on me this time. I already wore the dress she wanted me to wear. The one that 'represents an excellent Fairy Godmother,' according to her. "Why aren't you leaving yet? Don't tell me you've changed your mind. You've been insistent about this." She puts her hand on her hips, staring me down.

I wave my wand at her, and the fairy dust shakes off. "I'm going, okay?" I won't let her ruin my bubble of happiness, even if she is the queen. I am so excited about this day. I even put on an extra layer of sparkles for this.

Before my mom can say anything else, I wave my wand and arrive at West Marin in a flurry of sparkles and fairy dust. Guess the extra layer came in handy!

I try to rearrange my hair so it'll look somewhat presentable. I look around the campus. It isn't that extravagant, not like the castles we have back home, but it is a place for me to meet new (and hopefully interesting) people!

I am so excitedly distracted by the change of scenery that I don't realize I have been sprinkling fairy dust to a nearby student. It is only when he tries to get rid of it by continuously shrugging his shoulders that he looks like he's convulsing do I notice what I've done.

"Oh goodness!" I exclaim. "I'm sorry!" I smile sheepishly at him. He is tall and skinny, with a mess of black hair in an all-black shirt and jeans outfit. I'm not sure but I think I see smoke coming out of his mouth.

"That's fine." He grunts, his eyes ablaze. Literally. He reminds me of the fire demons back at the realm.

I laugh nervously. There he is generously covered in fairy dust and I'm comparing him to fire demons. I'm sure I haven't made the best first impression. "I'm truly sorry," I say to him again. "Here let me help get that off you." I reach for him, but he takes a step back.

"I said it's fine." He says, louder this time. There is a steady stream of smoke coming out his mouth. I stare at it, curious.

"Oh okay," I say. "I'm Pickles McPhee. Fairy-Godmother-in-training." I put my hand out for him, fairy dust scattering all over the place, settling on his sneakers. Oops.

"Fintan," he says, but he doesn't shake my hand or say anything else. I let my hand drop, then smile, trying not to feel hurt that he rejected my handshake. What do I know, maybe he's just shy. Or maybe he just dislikes me for ruining his monochromatic style.

"So do you want to walk with me to the main hall?" I ask with enthusiasm. I'm doing my best at being friendly.

The wind blows and my gown billows behind me. His smoke floats up into the air and I watch it again in wonder. I want to ask him what he is, but I also don't want to sound rude. Besides, I might scare off my potential friend and if I did that, I might be the first fairy in history to scare someone off.

He looks at me, contemplating. I put on my best fairy smile. "No." He says after a few moments. Then he abruptly turns around and walks away. I watch him until he enters the building, the smoke trailing behind him.

I sigh. If he thinks I'm leaving him alone, he's got it wrong. I'll just try again later. Fairies don't just give up, you know.

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An entry for BrittanieCharmintine's writing contest. Read Mermaids and the Vampires Who Love Them it's awesome as cheese. xx