|Happily Ever After
Author: Wynn-J PM
The story of Cinderella is a classic. But the one we were told while we were brought up was wrong. Cinderella was actually the most stubborn girl I've ever met and Prince Charming was a total jerk. And everyone fails to credit me for making everything fall into the final ever after. But don't worry. Fairy God Mothers always tell the truth. Sometimes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,252 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-11-13 - Published: 11-11-12 - id: 8694375
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Happily Ever After
Chapter 2: Secret Pyromaniacs
If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.
I'd just like to state firstly that I had no intention whatsoever of burning down my neighbor's house. Okay, yes, I was pissed and yes I started the fire and yes I set said fire on their back porch but…okay I'm wording this wrong.
Um, how do I do this? Okay, once upon a time there was a very, very stupid fairy. So stupid in fact, she rode her bike to school on the last day of school whenever she knew that there would be thousands of empty seats on the bus.
And yes, I know I there were many other alternatives other than biking to Jason High School for Girls but the facts were, I forgot the whole bus thing, walking was torture and flying was illegal in Ferona, the island I lived on.
Well not illegal but "frowned upon". Yes, flying. As a fairy, we are born with wings but it's disrespectful to go around flapping over everybody.
And let me get rid of all stereotypes now. Yes, I'm a fairy but it has nothing to do with my shortness, it just runs in the family. I'm not perfect, super skinny and blonde, neither am I a thousand years old, heavy set walking around with a giant blue robe and a thin wand. (By the way, thank you Disney for giving us that reputation.)
I'm me. As I said, I'm short. I'm black; I have really big feet, and my favorite color's aquamarine because it doesn't look the same to every person. I'm awesome. I'm creative. I'm Terranee Miller, a 17-year-old fairy who completely cheated on her driving test. (Hexing a car is apparently a "misuse of powers and completely inappropriate." Whatever. )
Anyways, I rode my bike to school. I was on my way back home from another sucky day at JHSFG when I heard crying. I had already stopped biking because my house was literally right there but it wasn't like I was gonna let somebody cry whenever there could have been something I could do about it.
When I turned to the area where the small sniffles were coming from I saw Cynthia Ellison sitting on the porch in tears.
Cynthia was a loner at school who spent her lunch in the hallway and her free period in the library. She always helped teachers after school and she volunteered in the school's parent office so she wouldn't have to come home until late. That's how we met, Cynthia and I. Not some fantastic poof of smoke or something. After my parents died and I was left living with my sister, I always tried to get away from home.
One day I jumped the fence and there was Cynthia, raking the leaves, looking at me as if I was a complete weirdo. And our acquaintance was born.
Cindy looked terrible, pieces of her incredibly curly blonde hair had managed to snake out of her messy pony tail and stick to her splotchy red cheeks and her glasses were crooked on her face. Her button nose was running and she tugged at it with her sleeve.
"Cynthia," I called sympathetically from the side walk in front of the lawn. "You okay?" She just sobbed harder and I assumed she didn't hear me. Either that or she was ignoring me, and I was not one to be ignored. "Yo, Cindy!" I yelled harshly, dropping my bike and marching over to the steps of the porch where she sat.
She looked up with a jerk, surprised. When she saw it was me she looked back down at her faded jeans and -really uncomfortable looking- sweater. The sleeves were too long for her so she shoved them up her arms and righted her glasses.
"What do you want, Terra?" Cindy asked leaning her head against the railing of her white porch. "Do you need your dishes cleaned? Laundry washed? Floors swept? Windows wiped down?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I am a little behind on chores." I smiled in an attempt to cheer her up. She only looked at me with no change in expression, clearly not interested in doing anything but crying.
"Maybe I should help. I need to keep my hands busy." Cindy sniffled, once again pushing up her glasses.
"Why do you say that?" Cindy took a deep breath as if about to let it all out and tell me everything. But that's when she realized I wasn't her actual friend, that I was just the junior next door who couldn't understand.
"You wouldn't understand." Cindy sighed, voicing my thoughts.
"Try me." Cynthia placed some of her hair behind her ear and blew out air.
"Mr. Bart left this morning." Mr. Bart was Lady Lariviere fiancé. Or, I guess, ex-fiancé according to what Cindy had just said. Mr. Bart was nice; always told us when something got in our yard and helped us get it out.
Mr. Bart treated Cindy like his own daughter and she treated him like her own father. Of course his leaving would hurt her. "I'm stuck here all summer with them." She began to cry again and rested her chin on her knees.
"Don't worry, it'll get better." I assured. Cindy scoffed in disbelief.
"How do you reason that?"
"Because, everything has to happen for a reason." It was just after I said this that Lady Lariviere opened the door screaming.
"Cinder, get in the- didn't I tell you not to speak to such low-life creatures!" I turned to face her, a smile on my face.
"Sorry, sir." I assured. "Was just looking for someone to sell my dope to."
"Why, I never!" I rolled my eyes hoping off the porch. Lady Lariviere and I had never gotten along. She was one of those people who treated fairies as if they were worms with wings. "Get off my yard!"
"Yes, because I'm just dying to stay here." And then -get this- she threw an egg at me! Who raised this bitch? You don't just throw premature chickens at people!
I ran off the lawn as Cindy was ushered back into the house, probably now getting a beating for talking to such "creatures".
It wasn't until later I realized I had left my bike. I slapped my forehead before looking out through the window to see it was gone from where I had left it. "Oh, great." Not a moment later, Lady Lariviere came out with my bike, the twins following her while fighting about something.
She set the bike on the front lawn and took out a lighter before holding it down right in front of my bike and caught it on fire.
"BITCH!" I called turning around ready to march over there, reclaim my bike and maybe hang them from their roof.
"Terra, where do you think you're going?" My sister, Therese, asked blocking the door. "Dinner's almost done!"
"The witch is burning my bike!" Therese looked out the window, cringed and turned her attention back to me.
"Well, you did leave it on her property."
"'Rese!" I exclaimed, wanting to ask her if she was serious.
"Terra, just go up to your room, okay? I'll talk to her about it later." My sister was being completely unreasonable. Why did she always have to be so athoritive and take the bitch's side?
"Your room, Terranee." She scolded. I scowled before turning and angrily stomping up the steps into my room.
See, now here's where we get to the whole, accidental burning of their back porch. I was mad and my powers have a tendency to just- go off. I didn't purposely cast a spell and zap their back porch while laughing maniacally. I just got mad, I thought about how awesome it would be to give them a taste of their own medicine and before know it, the whole house is in flames.
They had just enter the front door when the back portion of the house lit fire and they ran back out, Cindy included, like ants after their hill had just been stepped on by a combat boot.
"Welcome to Happily Ever After, reform boarding school for fairies! May I take your bags?" The valet asked. I almost wanted to punch him in the face for being so perky. I mean, I was going to school during the summer, why the fuck is he smiling like this is the happiest moment of all our lives.
I shove my suitcase into his hands before my sister comes around the car to give me a hug.
"You be good, okay? Don't do anything stupid, this is a last resort. You get in trouble again you'll be sent to The Ferona Court." The Ferona Court was basically parliament with dangerous tools specifically made to torture you. They punished all fairies who broke the laws and sometimes, they even ripped out wings. Ugh.
"I'd rather go wingless than share a room with the delinquents here."
"Terra, you are a delinquent, now shut up." I growled at her but she ignored me, taking me to the front of the massive building. It was on an excluded section of Ferona and while it was right down the street from a coffee place, McDonalds and department store, I was sure they wouldn't let you leave campus for a fresh baked cookie.
Rese lead me to my room which was on the fifth floor. All around there were fairies biding their parents a due. At the center of the hall was a lounging area with two couches and a TV and two girls were fighting over the remote.
I rolled my eyes before being instructed to room 516 and given a key to unlock the door. Taking a breath I prayed that whoever I was rooming with wasn't annoying or weird. But when I opened the door I think I got worse.
On the left was a girl who appeared Goth sitting on a dark blue bed rocking out to music with her head phones and flipping through a book. She looked up at me, stared for about two seconds before looking back down at her paper back.
On the far side of the left corner was a cut off section which assumed was a bathroom and closet. On the right was my bed or at least I thought it was due to the fact it had no personalization whatsoever and on the far right was an average heighted girl with a perfect face and perfect freckles. Her perfect strawberry blonde hair was tied with a perfect red ribbon and she had perfect bangs which barely came over her perfect blue eyes.
She smiled a perfect smile and walked over to me. "Hello, I'm Claire Macovene." I glared.
"This is Terranee." My sister supplied.
"Hello, um, that's Rebecca Shinez, she's in one of her moods but she'll be fine later." Claire assured. I glared. "Um, this is your bed." She said pointing at the bare sheets. "And I can show you around if you want." Glare. "Or not, that's cool."
Rese looked back and forth between me and the two other girls in the room before plastering on a fake smile and quickly saying "Okay, you girls have fun!" and leaving.
"I'll show you where to put your stuff." Claire said, suddenly dull, grabbing my suit case. Rebecca took off her head phones and began brushing her hair as if it was the most important thing in the world.
"Hey, new girl." Rebecca smiled brightly. "Prepare for a whole summer of suck." I walked to my bed, fell face first on the soft covers and screamed quietly. "She's way cooler than the last one." I heard Rebecca comment before Claire started singing off key to whatever rock band Rebecca started blaring throughout the room.
AN: Heyyyy. So I haven't gotten to the actual plot yet where Terranee begins helping Cinderella as a fairy God Mother but I think I will if I get to chapter three. Tell me what you think and if I should continue?