Widther High School For The Magically Awkward

Elf Ears - Pilot

I first discovered my power when I was in Middle School. It was also when I first met him.

"Hey dad...do you think I'm weird?" I said, flopping down on the couch and looking up at the ceiling.

"Weird? Haha, what could make you say that?" He whisked the eggs as he poured vanilla extract over them, preparing the dessert that would have to wait until dinner.

"All the kids in my class say I am. Chello the Weirdo, the girl who scares all the boys away will her ugly elf ears."

"They dare say that about my Chello-Mellow? You're little elf ears are adorable, those punks are just jealous. " He sprinkled a dash of salt and cinnamon, then cracked another egg onto the batter.

"Jealous, yeah right. I'm like a walking Elf on the Shelf from freakin Santa's workshop..no offense Santa."   

"No one is gonna call themselves Elf on the Shelf in this house," He chuckled and walked towards the living room where I was sitting comfortably.

"Give this is a taste," He let me dip a finger into the batter and try it.

"Too easy. Carrot cake," I smirked. 

Dad lifted an eyebrow and smiled, "Ding-ding!" making himself back towards the kitchen, whisking away at the brown batter. 

"I'm sorry to hear that your first day of school didn't go so well Chello, however, don't be discouraged. Maybe it'll take sometime for the kids to get used to your -quite beautiful- elf ears but just wait, I bet with your wonderful personality and adorable little face, no one will be able to resist you sooner or later. Hang in there kiddo." 

I sighed but managed to smile at dad's kind words. Perhaps they would get use to them. The kids at Wisconsin did, well...sorta.

"Do I really have to go to school tomorrow? Stacie can go instead of me. She'll be the perfect substitute , no one will notice a thing." I said excitedly.

"Honey,  she's a dog." He paused and placed the batter on the counter, placing both hands on his hips. "How about trying something different?" He pointed at the batter in front of him. 

"Why don't you bake a cake or some cookies for the kids in your class or something? Maybe you just need a different approach." He smiled widely as if he had come up with the best idea ever, and I had to agree with its cleverness. 

"That..might actually work." I said, rubbing my chin and then jumping out of the couch. 

"Do we still have eggs ?" I asked dad, heading towards the fridge and ready to make the best chocolate chip cookies of all time.

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"Backpack?" 

"Check."

"Cookies?"

"Check."

"Confidence?"

"....check." I trembled at the thought of the kids laughing at my ears again and not even trying the cookies which I worked on for hours yesterday.

"They'll love them Chello, I promise," said Dad, patting my head gently. "Now go before the bus gets here." 

I ran as fast as I could down Maven avenue, holding on tightly to the container of cookies with both hands, making a right on Shelton St. and nearly missing the bus. "Stooop!!" Panting, I quickly went up the steps and payed my fare to the driver, though I only received dirty looks from him and all the passengers in the bus. The red beanie that I always wore to cover my ears never did anything for me, but this time I tried more than ever to pull hard on the cloth over my ears. "...morning to you guys too," I murmured.