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Third Story...

Present time and place, a happy colony of fairies lives and thrives within an ocean island which is known as Fairyland under the watchful eye of the Fairy Queen.

Each teen fairy is required to attend the Princess and Prince Fairy Academy at the age of thirteen years old until the age of graduation at eighteen years old.

Then, the newly celebrated eighteen year old fairy will go to work as the royal fairy rule is dictated by the Fairy Queen. Centuries ago, the first Fairy Queen made a deal with the humans, who currently reside upon the mainland, to care for the young and orphaned human babies inside the human world in four six-hour working shifts until the babe reaches adulthood.

Persia is fifteen years old. This is her first day back at the Fairy Academy with her dearest friend and bestest neighbor Yachel within Third Class. She wears a sparking fairy gown of green with a matching tiara and a matching fairy cape. This new year, Persia will work on getting her fairy flying license to fly the family coach transport using her personal fairy gem stone, where the gem stone releases all her fairy powers to use and abuse on each object.

A fairy does not possess a pair of wings like a bug or a broomstick like a witch or an axe like a troll or a pair of sunglasses like a vampire or a set of claws like a werewolf. A fairy elegantly flies inside a golden tinted round coach for skyline transportation around the island.

Persia will learn all these new things and more as a wee fairy tart at her new school.

This is purpose of the Academy. This is the purpose of the mentors. This is the purpose of you. You are a fairy within Fairyland.

Present day and place

1st day Fairy Academy

Month of August

First day of school as Third Class, wee tart

First day of the week

7:07 a.m.

Home of Persia's parents

Bedroom setting of fifteen year old Persia

Cool temperatures with bright sunshine

with two miles per hour winds

I awake inside my bed sheets with my eyelashes open, seeing the ceiling with a giggle inside my warm bed and toss the bedcovers from my body, standing on top of my bedcovers and mattress in my pajamas. I lift and aim my palm shell with my gem stone, shooting my magenta wave into the bathroom around the wall corner. The wave collects my bathroom items for me. The wave spreads the toothpaste over my toothbrush and flies it from the bathroom into my hand. I brush my teeth. The wave shoots from my hand again, collecting a cup of water, rinsing out the toothpaste from my mouth. I spit the used water back into the used cup. The wave returns the used items into the bathroom for my mom to clean. I giggle with a fresh clean smile, staring at my slightly crooked white teeth, a head of long wavy black hair, and a tone of glowing pale skin and average-ness and slenderness in height. I have a new toothbrush and a new tube of toothpaste for Fairy Academy inside my luggage. I bring back my hair brush, raking the bristles down my back with my gem stone wave. I giggle at the tickling sensation. I finish, carrying the hair brush back, placing it into my luggage for Fairy Academy. I toss my wave at the open wardrobe closet, capturing my new dress. I pull the dress from the hanger, sliding off my pajamas, standing in my panties and a sparkling tiara of green.

A very cool sexy act!

I grab the dress, lifting it over my hair roots. The dress flutters in the room breeze like a green ghost. I raise both my arms and hands with the gem stone magenta wave, shining through the dress and cut the wave. The dress falls over my skull and both arms and gathers at my neck. I wiggle and waggle side to side, slipping the tight dress over my body. My dress is tight fitting with long sleeves, draping over the tops of my knuckles, like a set of fingerless gloves and covers every one of my body parts with soft fabric. Sheer lace lines my naked throat. The dress was approved by my mom and purchased by my dad. But I still feel sexy and desirable as a teen fairy princess, looking for my teen fairy prince, this year. I fling the wave again, grabbing my new cape out the closet. The cape is a plain old green fabric with two separating matching cloth ties. I shut down my wave, grabbing and tying the cape around my throat, suffocating my esophagus again.

But beauty is pain too.

I toss my long black hair into a tight bun with my wave, feeling regal and noble like a fairy princess now. I release my wave grabbing a pair of new three inches high heeled green colored sandals which I had to have for walking in a sexy tight fitting dress. I capture the sandals, cutting my wave. I bounce around my mattress, slipping on each sandal. In hindsight, I should've used the flat floor. I see my pretty reflection of light green which is not puke green or dark green in the dresser mirror between the creaks of broken glass. I wave with a smile at my person, wiggling side to side, stepping closer to the bed mattress. The mattress and bedcovers dance with me.

I trip over the pillow, falling over the edge of my bed mattress and gasp, tapping my wave onto the floor, lifting up my body and fly through the air with a giggle. I reduce the wave, landing the floor with a grin with delight. I slowly scuddle but not waddle or scoot and scuddle in my sexy tight fitting dress with three inches heeled sandals with a giggle and a grin. I had begged my mama for the new dress, form-fitting and tight. I can hardly breathe. But I don't need to breathe. I need for Britton to drool over me again this year. I giggle with excitement, visually imagining Britton and the ratty sofa on the rooftop again this year.

7:31 a.m.

Kitchen setting

I scuddle but not waddle or scoot inside my sexy tight fitting dress towards the eating chair around the breakfast table and stop, slowly bending down at the kneecaps. Then, I roll my fanny around and around, finally finding and landing slowly on top of the seat with exhaustion and a giggle. Her parents are not present inside the kitchen. I hear them as they march down the hallway.

I lift my palm gem stone, shooting a magenta tinted fairy wave at the numerous steaming pots and pans, collecting a repaired plate and dump different food items over the broken but newly fixed ceramic. I slowly retract my wave. I had practiced that move last year at Fairy Academy and learned something there besides Britton's tender spots. I grin, at the steaming scrambled eggs.

The male adult possesses a body built of average height and average weight, a head of shoulder length black colored hair, a jaw line of black whiskers, a tone of pale tinted skin, and is her dad. Her dad wears a pair of faded blue jeans over his cowboy boots of light brown. A matching ankle-length silky glittering cape of light brown with a tiny one foot train covers his white shirt with a row of light brown gem stones. The gem stone line down the center, closing up the garment. He enters the room with a smile to his daughter. "Good morning, honey. You look so beautiful, Persia." His halo headpiece encircles his forehead in a light brown ribbon with a set of tiny matching gem stones. He pulls out and sits in the chair in front of the empty plate."

"Thank ya, Dad." I blush, feeling part girly and part womanly in my new sexy green dress.

The adult female possesses a body built of average height and average weight, a head of shoulder length black colored hair, a tone of pale tinted skin, and her mama. Her mama wears a pair of faded blue jeans over her heeled sandals of apricot color with a band of sparkling gem stones. A matching ankle-length silky glittering cape with a tiny one foot train covers her sleeveless white blouse that is tied at the waist with a row of apricot gem stones. She enters the kitchen as her tiara of apricot gem stones twinkle underneath the bright sunlight from the windows. She stops and kisses her daughter on the forehead like always, saying with a smile and a nod, "Morning, sweetie." She grabs and lifts her gem stone necklace, collecting two food plates for her and her husband. Her apricot wave carries the food plates over the fairy wave and place in front of each wore and torn wool placement. She moves and sits with a grin, placing the object in front of Persia. "I purchased a set of two taels of sulfur pills for your attendance at school year, Persia."

"Two tails?" I giggle and stare at the new two white tinted bottles which contain the nasty yellow colored sulfur pills that cause bad breath. Then I cannot kiss on cute Britton.

Her mom smiles, "The new word sounds similar to the words that are spelled as t.a.l.e or t.a.i.l or t.e.l.l. However, the new word is spelled t.a.e.l which is a measurement weight of something. You said that the one tael bottle of sulfur pills worked beautifully, last year."

I fake a smile. "Yes ma'am. They worked beautifully, last year. And thanks for the kind gesture, this year."

Her dad says. "I remember how hard it was to study with these pesky ghosts moaning and groaning during the early morn hours. I yawned through Ibbie's first period fairy lore class..."

I turn and gasp. "You were taught by Ibbie too."

Her mom swallows and smiles. "And Oviv and Kaapo, these fairy mentors are very old. The fairy mentors retain their fairy teaching positions until death."

I giggle. "Yeah, they look like death warmed inside the blacksmith shop too."

Her mom frowns. "Persia, your statement is not nice and not allowed here at this table."

"Sorry." I chew the food.

Her dad chews and swallows the food with a stern face. "You should listen and obey your mom. This year is going to be very special."

I chew and swallow the food with a frown. "Why?"

Her dad grins. "Why do you think?"

I view the tael of sulfur pills, wondering if the mixture comes in a special liquid form this year and chew the eggs and swallow with a sour frown. "Why? I can't think at the moment. What's going to happen this year in Fairy Academy to me?"

Her mom chews and swallows the food with a smile. "You're fifteen years old. You will learn to fly a fairy coach."

I gasp and then giggle out loud. "Fly the coach. Fly the coach. I get to fly the coach to Fairy Academy, today now in a few minutes..."

"No." Her mom frowns. "You are going to be enrolled in a coach flying class and then learn to fly a coach at the school but not at home. We own only one coach."

I frown. "Everyone owns only one coach beaten up, bent up, and rusty..."

Her mom frowns. "Persia."

"Yeah," I chew the food.

Her dad finishes his breakfast and stands with a smile. "I have a meeting early this morning. Please be good in school and learn to be the 'bestest' fairy in the land, Persia. I love you, honey." He leans and kisses Persia on the forehead as usual, standing upright with a smile, scooting around the table and leans down, kissing his wife as usual too.

I swallow the food with a frown. "I will." I do not eye roll in front of the parents.

Her mom kisses her husband, pulling back with a grin. "Have a nice day, dear. I'll see you at lunchtime."

Her dad nods. "I will stow your luggage in the coach, Persia. Then you are ready for school."

"Thanks, Dad." I chew the food. Her dad turns and aims his wrist watch at the archway as his light brown fairy wave sails around each wall, capturing the numerous pieces of Persia's luggage. He spins around to face the entrance door and leaves the room with the piece of luggage in tow, taking the traveling coach to work as usual.

Her mom finishes her breakfast with a smile. "I'm ready to start my work day. Are you ready to start a new day at school?"

I chew the last of the food and swallow with a smile. "Yes ma'am." I wipe my mouth with the repaired linen cloth and scoot the chair from the table, struggling to stand from the chair and giggle, falling back into my chair.

Her mom stands, shooting her apricot wave, grabbing and carries all the dirty dishes to the sink. She starts the water and soap, cleaning the dirty dishes and views Persia with a confused brow. "Is anything wrong, Persia?"

"No ma'am." I place both my palms on the table and roll my fanny around and around, scooting from the chair and fall back into the worn wood, exhaling with frustration.

Her mom frowns. "Is your dress to tight? I was not happy about you, selecting that particular style. You are slim enough but don't have the poise from the length. Maybe?"

"I'm fine." I fling my wave to the floor, busting some tiny wooden chips and stand, quickly cutting off my wave before my mama sees it. "Do you see. I have both poise and grace."

Her mom grins, "All right! Well, let's see how long that dress has both poise and grace too. I will fetch the coach for my fairy princess, bringing it to you, who waits on top of the front porch. Can you graceful walk that far, honey?" She turns with a smile and exits the house.

"Yeah," I spin around to face the open archway and scuddle away from the eating table, very slowly. "Thank goodness. I don't have to drag my luggage too."

8:21 a.m.

Front porch and dry lawn setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

with two miles per hour winds

The front door closes shut. I scuddle through the front door and onto the front porch, halting with exhaustion from scuddling inside my new sexy tight dress. The coach is nicely parked below the front porch steps for my safety and my security from the hot weather elements.

I jerk an arm down to the cracked wood on the front porch and zap the wood planks, sending tons of tiny particles in the air as my fairy wave beams with a glowing magenta ray over the planks. And then I lift my sandals from the crumbling porch, flying like a bird with a giggle. I slowly float over the porch, the dirt, the grass, the dirt, and more grass of our mismatched lawn, gently lowering my sandals down into the sharp pointy grass tips in front of the passenger door of the family coach. The lawn needs mowing by my dad sometime this week. I slam and open the passenger door with my fairy ray, shaking the coach with a giggle.

Her mom turns and frowns to her daughter, "Careful, Persia! We only own one coach."

I bit my lip. "Sorry! I don't know my own fairy strength today, this year, my Third Class at Fairy Academy." I slide down into the metal seat.

Her mom closes the eyelashes, touching her gem stone necklace as her apricot wave, surrounds the coach, gently lifting the rust bucket into the air. Some of the rust particles flake and fall off onto the dirt with tings sounds. The family coach is very ancient like my fairy mentors Ibbie, Oviv, and Kaapo. The flying transport is made of gold. However, gold does not rusty but bends over time like over decades. The gold bends which creates rust pockets between the air molecules and the bent golden mineral. Thus, the tiny flakes fall off.

I am so excited about learning to fly the coach this year. Then next year, I can fly it to the Fairy Academy, parking on the dry dirt and hover it over the flooding water. I think and giggle with silliness.

She opens her eyelashes with a smile to see a clear fairy lane for the coach. "I'm glad that your fairy strength is being tried, trialed, and tested at the Fairy Academy."

I turn with a puzzled brow to see her nose profile. "Why would my fairy strength need to be tried, trialed, and tested at the Fairy Academy, Mama?"

Her mom waffles her apricot wave around the family coach, lifting it from the dirt, flying forward over the wave to the school. "Our fairy strength comes from within to outward."

I eye roll. "Yeah, I know."

"The degree of your fairy strength will eventually determine your fairy job within Fairyland."

I gasp. "Wait, I thought I could get any fairy job with my charm, my beauty, and my smarts." I turn and press my nose against the dirty window, trying to see below.

The flat landscape comprises dry red dirt, wet brown weeds, and wetter green leaves.

Her mom steers the coach with a smile. "Yes and no. Your permanent fairy job will lean towards your fairy strength. We can't have a weak fairy as a collector or a controller."

I exhale. "I guess not."

Her mom guides the coach into the upper atmosphere of the spiral tunnel. The coach wobbles side to side from the air winds. "The drop downs are going very smoothly this school year. There aren't as many traveling coaches this time inside the tunnel. We're the next coach is next to drop down over the dry dirt."

Fairy Academy (family school)

8:46 a.m.

I look down at the front porch of the school. "Mama, I had to say a secret code word last year to get into the school. Something garmento."

"You don't have to voice a fairy charm this year. Don't worry about it. Enter through the unlocked doors." The coach hovers one inch from the dry dirt.

"Okay." I slam open the coach door, sliding out, landing on my sandals.

Her mom says, " _Storette garmento."_ The apricot wave touches Persia's luggage and disappears from the back seat of coach.

I turn and view an empty rear seat without my luggage and my mom with a puzzled brow. "How did you do that?"

"Be good and learn a lot this year, Persia. I love you. See you at holiday break." Her mom smiles as a broken apricot colored finger digit splits from the flat wave and slams the passenger door shut with a ping.

I gasp with shock at the formation of a fairy wave finger phantom, standing on the dry dirt in my new sexy tight fitting dress. The coach lifts from the ground, flying up to the clouds, taking her mom to work. I swing around to the steps, wishing for an arm escort this year and fling my fairy magenta wave down to the dirt, creating a set of tiny dust tornados. I lift my sandals over the dirt and the set of broken and semi-solid walking stairs of concrete, landing on top of the front porch. The broken doors are not guarded by a set of nasty dozen fairy watchers. However, one of the doors is open and not closing permanently. It hangs down so sad from the door frame. Some of the teens are sitting sideways inside the rocking chairs, kissing and such. I scuddle over the front porch in my new sexy dress and sashay through the archway of broken doors, scuddling over the wooden floor and feel the younger fairies dash as they run and touch my extended hands to the banquet room. I scuddle a little faster around the individual deep pot holes over the wooden planked floor with some frustration. I am not supposed to use my wave inside the school for any reason but school stuff. So I slowly scuddle over the pot holes in my tight fitting dress with the long sleeves that drape over the tops of my knuckles like a set of fingerless gloves. The dress covers every body part but my throat, and it has been approved by my mom and purchased by my dad. But I still feel sexy and desirable as a teen fairy princess, looking for my teen fairy prince this year.

8:48 a.m.

Banquet room breakfast

I scuddle ahead towards the archway of the banquet room with a gasp. There are not any nasty fairy watchers here either this year to dictate my fifteen year old life. So, I continue to scuddle but not waddle or scoot in my sexy tight fitting dress in a pair of three inches heeled sandals into the crowded banquet room with a giggle of delight. I scuddle down the center aisle, passing the cute thirteen years old girls in their candy pink fancy gala dresses with no tiaras yet. Then I pass the fourteen years old females, wearing their short matching red dresses, capes, and tiaras, tossing off the innocent look for a wicked image. And then I stop and gasp with shock and surprise.

The patched tablecloth of various green color hues is surrounded by fifteen years old females.

Zann is tall girl with a head of long auburn hair, a tone of glowing bronze tinted skin, a pair of big brown colored eyes, and a set of pink thick lips. She wears a tight fitting ankle-length silky shiny dress. Her three inched dress train drags behind the fabric. The dress has a single shoulder strap. Both her arms are exposed and naked. Her cape is silk, slithering behind her shoulder like an animal tail. She sits and waves with a set of her pink painted long fingernails at the boys table, ignoring her plate of bread and glass of milk.

I turn and see the male at the boys table. Molfalso is a tall male with a tone of olive tinted skin, a head of light brown colored shoulder length hair, a jaw line of light brown colored whiskers, a pair of hazel colored eyes on an athletic body frame. He wears a plain green shirt and a matching sport jacket, a green fairy cape, a new pair of blue jeans, and a polished pair of green colored cowboy boots. His halo glistens in green diamonds. He drools at Zann and does not pay attention to his male friends.

I swing around to my table with a giggle and a grin. Kuelle has grown shorter. I mean that she has grown much taller and is same height as Apella. She has a head of shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, a tone of glowing peach tinted skin, and a pair of golden colored eyes. She sits and chews on the bread, winking at her boyfriend Walcott on the boys table. Kuelle wears a sleeveless gown of shiny green. Her throat and both her arms are both exposed and naked too. Her dress is filled with millions of green sequins, covering her breasts down to her waist. The soft sheer skirt is flowing and fluttering in the light wind from the broken windows in the banquet room. Her cape wraps around the waist of her dress as Kuelle carries the fabric like a purse. She waves with a giggle at Walcott.

I turn to see the boys table with a smile. Walcott is a tall teen with a head of dark brown shoulder length hair, a chin of red colored whiskers, and a tone of dark tinted skin on an athletic body type. He wears a plain green shirt without a sporting jacket, a green fairy cape, a pair of faded and shredded blue jeans, and a pair of polished green colored cowboy boots. His halo twinkles with his matching green eyes. He waves a hand and performs a tongue drool with a set of invisible kisses at Kuelle with a grin.

I swing to see my table with a ting of jealousy. Nabell is taller too. She has a teen athletic body with a tone of gleaming dark tinted skin and a pair of hazel colored eyes. Her long black hair is longer, showing off her green gem stone tiara. She wears a halter top on her long green dress, holding up her big breasts. Her throat, arms, the entire collar bone, and both her shoulder blades are exposed and naked. Her cape hangs from her waist in the back, dragging and collecting dust like a broom.

I turn to see the boys table with a smirk. Eadric is a well built teen with a set of heavy muscles on top of two board shoulders. He has a head of cropped brown hair, a clean shaven face, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a set of blue colored eyes. He wears a plain green short, a matching sports jacket, a green fairy cape, a new pair of blue jeans, and a pair of unpolished green colored cowboy boots. His halo nods with his chin as he tosses secret hand signals to Nabell, making her giggle and turn red with embarrassment.

I turn with a gasp to see my table. Apella is still short and not growing any taller. She wears a beautiful dress of mint green tulle, dropping down from her waist and expands into a circle three feet around her hidden legs and her sandals. Her V-necklace bodice is made from mint green lace, dropping down to her breasts, exposing her naked throat. Her earlobes hold a set of earrings in gold balls, one being her fairy gem stone. The dress has short sleeves. Her cape is lace fabric, attaching to her collar bone. The cape drags down to her waist like a hang nail. She is petite with a head of blazing curly red hair, a tone of smooth pink tinted skin, a set of small green eyes, and uglier than a boggart.

I turn and see my best friend with a giggle. "Yachel!"

Yachel is a teen girl of average height and weight with a tone of dark tinted skin, a pair of violet colored eyes. She wears a simple long cotton dress of medium colored green down to her kneecaps with a pair of low heeled sandals. Her hair shoulder length is straight and blonde, growing longer during the summertime. She touches her long manicured green colored fingernails to her hair. Her tiara glitters in green from the natural sunlight, coming through the broken windows. She turns and views Persia with a smile. "Persia, wow! You look..."

I smile. "My dress is tight fitting with long sleeves, draping over the tops of my knuckles like a set of fingerless gloves. The dress covers every body part but my throat, approved by my mom and purchased by my dad. But I still feel sexy and desirable as a teen fairy princess, looking for my teen fairy prince, this year." I turn my face, since I can't twist in my dress to wave at my boyfriend. Britton sits at the fairy prince table, possessing a head of cropped blonde hair, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a pair of aqua blue colored eyes on a slender built of a tall body. He wears a plain green shirt, a green fairy cape, a pair of new blue jeans, and a pair of unpolished green colored cowboy boots. His halo gleams as he winks at Persia with a smile. I giggle at Britton's cute reaction to my sexy dress.

The adult female is a tall queen-sized fairy mentor with a head of long blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of pale tinted skin. She wears a long fairy cape and ankle-length gown of bright yellow with a set of matching gem stones. The color and gem stones match her tiara too. Mentor Daffodil lifts her arms, standing on top of the elevated platform, saying into her palm gem stone. "Welcome to Fairy Academy. Another new year has come to our fairy princes and princesses. Please sit. Let us break bread!" I scoot down into an empty chair next to Yachel, tearing and chewing my bread with the other fifteen years old girls.

Kuelle chews and swallow with a grin. "We learn to fly a coach this year. I'm so excited. My parents said if I pass, then I can fly around Fairyland..."

"If you pass, you can fly a coach. I'll been flying since I was thirteen years old with instruction and permission from my parents, of course." Apella butters the bread and eats.

"We all can't be princess fairy Apella." Nabell eats and chews.

"Thank goodness." Yachel chews, swallows, and burps for her fun.

Apella frowns. "Too bad, we all can't have good fairy manners too. I would've thought being a boggart last year you would have learned to be a better fairy, Yachel."

Kuelle frowns. "She wasn't a boggart, Apella. Boggart didn't exist here."

I say. "They do exist here. A boggart is a brownie in disguise."

Yachel sneers. "It was a changeling charm, not a manners class, Apella."

Apella grins. "And you need both again this year."

"What's that supposed to mean, Apella? Is there something that we need to know about this year as Third Class?" Nabell sneers.

Apella chews and swallows the food with a grin. "All will come in due time to everyone."

Zann grins. "Apella is a fairy poet."

"She is a fairy poke," Yachel chews.

Nabell laughs. "A poke is a tall ugly purple weed, covered in uglier gray bugs. Isn't that right, farmer Yachel?"

"Right, fairy Nabell!" Yachel grins.

Kuelle giggles, "Right, farmer Zann?"

"Right, fairy Kuelle!" Zann grins.

Daffodil says. "The first academic class will be shortened by thirty minutes, accompanying our new fairies. Don't fret. Tomorrow, the first academic class will start on time with our new and old fairies. We have finished our bread. Please stand and walk with your designated fairy mentor to your new class." I sit at the table, watching and listening to the girls bicker, as usual.

The unfamiliar fairy male walks and halts at the fifteen year old female fairy eating table, standing upright between the two pointy elbows of Yachel and Kuelle, clearing his throat. "Good morning, fairies. I am Mentor Thurbet. I am your new fairy mentor for first period. Please rise and follow me. We are venturing into a new part of the school for reflection class." He swings around and move through the archway. The girls and boys stand and cuddle in pairs with whispers and grins, marching behind Thurbet.

8:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I scuddle next to my fairy boyfriend Britton with my bestest fairy friend Yachel on the other side. He holds Persia's hand, looking down and smiling at her new sexy dress. I lean to Yachel with a puzzled brow and a whisper, "Reflection class. We're going to look and talk into a reflection mirror, seeing the future or the past or the something."

"No. We're fairies, not fortune tellers." Yachel hugs her boyfriend. Stad is a tall teen with a slender built with a head of shoulder length black hair, a pair of blue colored eyes, and a tone dark tinted skin, wearing a green shirt without a sporting jacket, a green fairy cape, a pair of faded and ripped blue jeans, and a pair of polished green cowboy boots.

I whisper, "Fairies do it for fun. So, what type of fun is inside a reflection class, Yachel?"

She grins. "Fairies do it for fear, not fun. And you should talk with your fairies parents."

I exhale. "My parents do give me a bottle of sulfur pill for non-fun and don't let me fly the coach for more non-fun and do not let me see any boys for the ultimate non-fairy fun."

Yachel grins. "Good thing you get to come to Fairy Academy for some fun this year."

I nod with a giggle.

9:02 a.m.

1st period Reflection class

Mentor Thurbet moves down the dark hallway alone, turning to the side and marches down a new hallway within the school. The room faces the north side of the building, the opposite side away from the auditorium of flying waves and the music room with the flying steeds. The fairies enter the new room. I gasp with shock, stopping inside the archway of the new room. Yachel shoves Persia through the door, dropping her mouth and smiles. They slowly scoot along the pretty shimmery walls of numerous colors with the other teens. The four walls are silky and smooth like a polished stone without any outside windows of trees and the skyline.

Yachel stops and touches the wall, scanning the other ones. "Look at the four walls!"

Apella stands beside Persia, staring down at the floor. "Look at the floor!"

Molfalso stands beside Apella, staring up at the ceiling. "Look at the ceiling!"

Gable is a teen male fairy of petite height with a set of spaced teeth, a head of short curly brown hair, a tone of dark tinted skin, a pair of gray colored eyes and skinny. He wears a green dress shirt, a pair of new blue jeans, a green fairy cape, and a pair of dress shoes in green color also. He frowns at the four walls. "Where are the four plastic walls for the academic lesson of reflection class?"

I turn and point with a smile to the object. "Look at the table!"

Yachel turns and views the table with a puzzled brow. "That ain't exactly a table for eating or studying lessons or playing cards. It's too dang pretty."

Molfalso turns and studies the table with a confused brow. "What kind of table is this? It ain't oblong or square or rectangle."

Gable turns and studies the table with a puzzled brow. "Or egg shaped or oval shaped or rounded?"

"It is a strangely shaped object." Mentor Thurbet is a short and overweight fairy mentor with a tone of pale tinted skin, a head of shoulder length blonde hair, a face of red colored facial acne. He wears a short lavender cape, a lavender stoned halo like the other fairy males. His body possesses a lavender dress shirt, a pair of baggy blue jeans, and a pair of lavender dress shoes. He stands in the wall corner, holding his hands behind his back spine with a smirk. "Please come inside, fairies. Sit inside any of the vacant high stools around the table." Each teen scoots and sits around the table. Thurbet scoots along the polished wall of colors with a smirk. "Yes. It is a little trapezoid, a little square, a little oval, a little rectangle, and a little parallelogram. Welcome to reflection class. I am Mentor Thurbet. You are sitting on a living piece of furniture which you will occupy every morning at eight o'clock or so until a few minutes before ten o'clock. Yes. This is a ninety minute period."

Kuelle stands beside the stool with a worried brow. "Is it going to bite me?"

Britton stands beside Kuelle and the stool with a worried brow too. "Or eat me like the blacksmith floor did to the brownies?"

"No, it will not eat or bite or burp. Please sit down anywhere in an available stool. I will explain in greater detail." Thurbet grins. "Please present your gem stone within your golden shell, exhibiting it on top of the table surface, if it is displayed on a separate body part like your hand or your limb. If you wear it like a belt buckle, please remove your clothing item." The teens grumble. Thurbet says. "Your gem stone is part of the reflection class."

"Am I going to see my future in my gem stone?" Gable removes the golden cuff link from his long sleeved dress shirt in lime green, holding his original gem stone that extends his fairy powers. The second cuff link shows a jewelry item from a second lime green gem stone without any fairy powers.

"No." Thurber scoots along the wall, studying the back spines of each fairy.

Molfalso stands and removes his belt that houses his gem stone of crimson, watching Thurber prance along the wall, leaning to his buddy Stad and whispers. "Don't like this dude."

Stad stands and removes his belt too, feeling unprotected, whispering back to Molfalso. "Ditto, dude. I'm keeping my shooting hand on top of my buckle in case..."

"Yeah. Good idea." Molfalso sits and cuddled his belt with the golden buckle with his crimson gem stone to his chest in case of an attack or an emergency.

Thurbet says. "The table formation is very oddly shape due to the formation of each individual fairy gem stone."

Apella reaches and touches the table. Her gem stone is housed inside her earring. She rubs her hands over the surface. "Wow. The table is smooth like silk. I don't see any other cuts or scratches or dents like the rest of the furniture at Fairy Academy."

Thurbet says, "Very good observation, Fairy Apella. This room is the same age as the school which was built in the year 1604. The table is the same age as the school which was built in the year 1604 too."

Britton frowns. "All the furniture was built in the year 1604 or maybe the year 604. That's why all the furniture is busted and broken and bruised from centuries and centuries of fairy farts," laughing.

Thurbet says, "Very good observation, Fairy Britton."

The male is a tall teen fairy with tone of bronze tinted skin, a pair of amber colored eyes, and a head of shoulder length red colored hair on an athletic body. Hadwin watches the new fairy mentor kiss the wall with the cheekbone. "How do ya know all our names, dude? I don't know you at all from any of my previous academic classes."

Thurbet walks with a smirk around the room, kissing the pretty wall of colors with his hand and his cheekbone. "You would not know me, but of me. Reflection class is usually taught to only the first class and not the third class. However, the fairy queen has requested that my services be applied to the third, second, and first class this year."

Stad watches the new fairy mentor hug the wall with the hand with suspicion. "Why did she do that, dude?"

Thurbet scoots around the wall with a smirk. "I do not know. I am a weaver..."

"Is that like a baker?" Walcott laughs.

Hadwin laughs. "Is that like weaving a basket? My grandmother's does that too."

Thurbet stops and stands beside Hadwin and Britton. "Please be silence. I am going to examine each stone..."

"Kaapo did that and then Daffodilly did that, too. I passed that, dude." Stad slaps Molfalso's extend palm hand for fun with a grin and a laugh.

Thurbet leans over the table beside the fairy teen. "Fairy Britton, please." Britton slides to the side of the table out of the way for the fairy mentor to see his dark blue gem stone. Thurbet stares at the gem. "A jubilee gem stone cut which is shaped like a round ball. The cut is both fiery and brilliance with rich dark blue colors."

Britton grins. "Thanks, Mentor Thurbet."

Thurbet leans to the side to see the next stone. "Fairy Molfalso, you have shaped a trilliant cut, a spectacular wedge of brilliance crimson blood red flakes of fire. It is closely related more to a rough rock than a smooth stone filled with numerous pointed corners." Molfalso turns and shakes his skull with a sour frown to Stad in silence. Stad gives Thurbet the finger and chuckles with Molfalso. Thurbet sidesteps, leaning over the table, studying the next stone. "Stad has marquise cut within his rock of pale yellow colors. It is similar to a diamond shape without the smoothness and with two pointy ends."

Stad eye rolls. "Thanks."

Thurbet sidesteps to the next stone. "Yachel displays a pale blue triangle gem stone cut with wonderful fire and spectacular beauty of a rough rock."

Yachel grins. "Thanks."

Thurbet slides over to the next fairy. "Fairy Persia has a rose cut from the color of magenta."

I turn and grin at his nose profile. "What does the color magnet represent, Mentor Thurbet?"

Thurbet smiles at the gem stone. "The rose cut is an absolutely symmetry of beautiful design. Good job, fairy."

I smile. "What does the color magnet represent, Mentor Thurbet?"

Thurbet shifts to the next fairy. "Fairy Gable has a cuff link of a banquette fine cut lime green color that matches his dress shirt too. The design is a trapezoid shape with four smooth end points. The gem cut is very attractive on fairies with a set of short fingers and a small hand and other tiny body parts." The teens hoot and laugh.

Gabel mouth spits his salvia with a sour frown. "Hey."

Thurbet scoots to the next stone with a chuckle and gasps. "Hadwin has a...a shield cut of dark brown crafted within his gem stone belt buckle, very ominous. Are you expecting a war, warrior?" Hadwin fist bumps with a chuckle and a nod to Walcott.

Thurbet studies the stone. "The gem cut possesses a fiery array of brown color, a very intriguing setting, Hadwin."

Hadwin nods. "Thank ya, kindly."

Thurbet moves to the next fairy. "Fairy Kuelle is curved out a complex whirl cut with both depth and light of bright pretty lilac springtime colors."

Kuelle grins. "Thank you, Mentor Thurbet.

Thurbet shifts to the next stone. "Walcott has a diamond shaped with extremely two end points of flashy amethyst color, sharp enough to cut flesh. I believe. He and Stad must be fairy brothers in another life time." The teens sound with a series of giggles and chuckles. Thurbet moves to the next fairy with a smile. "Ah. The familiar majestic emerald cut with a dark emerald hue of color is a rectangular shape of smooth corners. It is a very old style used by royalty."

Eadric slaps his chest with a nod and a grin. "That's me. The next fairy king with my fairy queen," he leans over to kiss Nabell on the cheekbone.

Thurbet slides over with a chuckle to the next fairy. "And your teen fairy queen possesses a cushion cut of dark orange both an antique and royal style of gem stone design too like her teen fairy king and without the nasty sharp edges." Apella lifts her earring up to Thurbet. He smiles. "A princess cut which is perfectly square..."

"Like the fairy..." Hadwin fist bumps with a chuckle to Walcott.

Thurbet clears his throat, staring at the gem stone. "The princess cut holds an array of gleaming golden rays like the sun."

"The sun is yellow like a flower in the dirt, if we quit burning the plants to death with our gem stone rays." Stad frowns.

Thurbet clears his throat, shifting to the next fairy until he circles the odd shaped table and stands and studies the last gem stone with a smile and a nod. "Zann has a heart shape. And I am not surprised with her cute design in pink sparkles either." He swings around, moving and standing in front of the pretty multi-colored smooth wall with a smile and a nod. "I have examined each stone from each fairy, seeing an array of colors and gem cut styles. The cut styles included princess, heart, pear, rose, cushion, emerald, diamond, oval, round, square, rectangle, triangle, trapezoid, marquise, and others which are all radiant brilliant in gem stone color and some are finely sharpened like knives on the pointy ends of rocks. Now, I have given my personal evaluation. We should go outside for our next lesson. Please rise. Bring you and your gem stone." Thurbet turns and leads out the archway.

The teens moan.

I slide off the stool with a moan to Yachel. "Our class is outside. What are we going to do shoot the breeze, since there're ain't birds here?" I turn and move to the archway.

Yachel scoots off the stool, pulling up beside Persia to the archway also. "Don't know."

I whisper, scuddling from the table. "I thought you knew all about reflection class."

She frowns. "I know about the reflector flakes inside the stone, but I don't know this. Change into your jeans and your boots. There might be both blood and dirt."

"O bad for me." I rub my gem stone from my hair roots down to my throat and down to my ankles. My hair falls over my shoulders for a free and wild look as I do something outside for a free and wild time. My sexy dress morphs into my pair of faded and shredded comfortable blue jeans, an old shirt, and my unpolished cowgirl boots. I exit the room. The bedroom door closes. I skip over the wooden planks in the dark hallway, avoiding the potholes.

Outdoors dry grass and red dirt setting

Warm temperatures with partly sunny and clouds

I exit into the bright sunlight over the patio brick of the building.

The landscape is a field of dried weeds from last night's flooding. In the far distance, there is a grove of lush tall green trees and a patch of low short green healthy bushes, a big contrast from the opposite side of the building, where the current fourth class of gem stone waves are burning the dirt, the grass, and the trees into an ugly patch of black and gray colors.

I stop between Britton and Yachel, exhaling with nervousness.

Thurbet stops and stands in a thick patch of green grass, thumbing the objects in the far distance, saying into his gem stone. "Please stand in a semi-straight line. There is an individual target in front of you. Please spread your arms and scoot sideways until you are directly in front of an individual target which is about six feet or so."

The teens extend their arms, playfully shoving each other side to side with a chuckle of fun.

Yachel shoves her palm into Persia's arm.

I extend my arm and shove my hand into Britton for my fun too.

Britton doesn't move, giving Persia a quickie hug with a chuckle and scoots over some more in front of a target.

The teens finally stand in place in front of a target.

"I got a tree for my target I think." Hadwin stares at the far object with a puzzled brow.

Yachel stares with a smile. "I got a tall pretty yellow flower."

Apella stares with a confused brow. "I got a bale of hay."

Stad stares with a puzzled brow. "I got a short green plant bush full of thick leaves and stems."

Gable frowns. "I got a great big tree stump, the size of my body."

Molfalso frowns. "I got a rock, the size of my head. I think."

I do not say but stare at the native fruit bush of blueberries with a worried brow.

The fairies live on an island with a scene of limited landscape and a base of limited plant life. Most of the wildlife is limited also as the fairies eat the animals and use the fur and oils from the animal skins for surviving.

Thurbet paces side to side over the thick grass with excitement, saying via his gem stone. "Each target varies in height, width, and weight but not distance. Your first goal is send off a firing ray from your gem stone but not a shooting ray. There is a great big difference. A shooting wave is used to fetch something or tote someone like a beverage or your girlfriend. A firing ray is used to harm something or someone like not me." He chuckles. "Your second goal is send a firing ray and hit your target, if you can. The firing ray is physical different in appearance too from a shooting ray. The shooting wave is a flat ray, traveling sideways, if need be for reaching an object. The firing ray is cylinder-shaped but not hollow, flowing through your fairy gem stone color. It is comes from with your gem stone, your inner gut power, and your burning brilliant fairy mind. You must bend the wave into a firing ray. A ray hits a tree. It burns. A ray hit a rock. It burns. A flower, a bush, it burns, thus a single outgoing direction is reflected into a single incoming target. Fire!"

Yachel lifts and aims her palm gem stone in front of her body, hitting the pretty flower with a pale blue circular ray, sorta. It burns and disintegrates into a pile of red and yellow flames and gray ashes. She raises her arms in victory with a smile.

Molfalso holds his belt buckle gem stone with both his hands, steadying the firing ray of crimson red with a grunt, mentally forming a cylinder shape. The cylinder ray soars low and explodes the tan rock into millions of pieces. The rock chunks fly into various directions, landing over the thick green grass, the short thick green bushes, and the pretty flowers. He tosses his arm with a chuckle in victory too.

Hadwin doesn't want to murder a healthy tall tree. The tree is part of the natural landscape of Fairyland. He holds both his hands on his buckle and fires. His dark brown circular ray lands short of the tree, burning a thick patch of green grass. He exhales with sadness for killing the healthy grass.

Gable raises his right cuff link with his fairy lime green gem stone which is attached to his dress shirt with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. His dress shirt has two matching gem stones, but one only works with his fairy magic. The other one, the left is for show. He closes one eyelid, focusing on the big tree stump. He mentally thinks of a cylinder shape. He fires, releasing a flat wave of lime green color, sailing to the object. The wave touches and bounces back off the tree stump. The wave lands on the grass. Gable opens his eyelids, jumping up and down with a cheer and a tongue of mouth spit.

I watch Gable's lime green wave not move the tree stump with a smile at his slick but sorry fairy performance. Then I watch Yachel burn the pretty yellow flower with her pale blue skinny ray. I watch Molfalso blast the rock into pieces with a strong crimson wave. I see Apella hit and burn the hay stack in a golden flare. I watch Hadwin shorten his firing ray of dark brown to not harm the tree.

And that is my goal too.

I raise the palm gem stone, mentally spinning out a flat magenta wave into a semi-circle ray. Sorta easy! I fire at the cute fruit bush, coming up short by ten feet, watching the green grass burn into black ashes with a smirk of satisfaction.

Thurbet turns and view the final results of the firing rays from each fairy with a sigh of disappointment, saying into his gem stone. "Some of you are great with a semi-formed circular firing ray. Some of you are not great. However, this is the purpose of reflection class..."

"...to be the 'bestest' fairy of the land." I whisper with annoyance. "Yeah! I remember this year, last year and...."

Thurbet waves his arm in the air.

A group of brownies scoot around the non-attached burning targets, collecting any pieces not disintegrated into ashes. Then they erect five tall objects and leave the target zone for safety.

I lean over to Yachel with a worried brow and a whisper. "Those look like some type of wooden wheels. You and the other fairies played with them last year when you were a changeling fairy. What are these things?"

Yachel narrows the eyelashes at the objects. "Yeah! There're what you described steering wheels to some great big moving transport. Each steering wheel is made of wood with curved out slots about three feet high and two feet wide. Yeah. We had fun, flying around on our changeling wings, sailing our pretend ships in the ceiling around the enclosed room of the fairy wall, last year."

"Where did they come from? I've never seen them before."

"Down in the basement. There's a level platform above the basement which is filled with all sorts of junk, a junk room. I guess. There's tons of neat stuff down there. We got to go and see as a changeling fairy, since we didn't have a fairy mentor around being bossy."

Thurbet strolls from the grass, moving and standing in front of the teens and says into his gem stone. "I would like all the fairies to step four paces backward from the line. It is my turn to shoot a target."

The teens scoot back, standing or sitting on the grass.

Thurbet turns and stares at the center object. "There are five objects ahead of me about five hundred feet, the exact distance of your particular target. Please watch. I am going to fire my fairy ray and burn all five objects, all at one time."

Stad laughs, "Warm bull patties, dude!"

Gable shakes a skull, drooling with mouth salvia. "Impossible!"

I whisper to Yachel. "Can that little man do that to these five tall objects? The steering wheel is taller than me."

Yachel frowns. "He's going to show us, fairies something new, this morning."

"You can do it, Mentor Thurbet." Apella says with a grin into her gem stone.

Thurbet lift and aims his gem stone ring and fires a cylinder shaped ray of lavender, glittering with specks of red. The thin ray slams into the middle steering wheel, burning it in red, yellow, and blue fire. The fire skips both to the right and to the left sides, spreading the blue and yellow fiery flames over the next two steering wheels very quickly. The wood burns, smoking in black, smelling the air with burnt charcoals. The blue and red fire engulfs the five steering wheels in a few seconds, sending black smoke into the white clouds. The teens gasp. Thurbet swings around with a smirk to see each fairy. "Class is dismissed for the day. I will see each one tomorrow at eight o'clock in reflection class again. Have a great day, fairies." The teens clap. The brownies appear, tossing buckets of water over the fire, preventing a forest fire with the healthy thicket of trees.

Reflection class ends at 9:55 a.m.

9:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

Yachel grabs out and drags Persia by the hand, swinging them around, moving inside the building with a grin and a giggle. "Wow! That short, overweight little man carries a big punch with his fairy wave from his tiny gem stone."

I skip over pothole with a confused brow. "How did he do that? He only wears a gem stone ring and not a belt buckle like Stad and other male fairies."

"I honestly don't know. I guess we will find out tomorrow in reflection class at eight o'clock. Change back into your dress or Ibbie will do something to ya."

I grin. "Toss me out. I wish so hard. I hate fairy lore tales and tails and tattles. Who cares what happened in their fairy past? I live in the present, not the past." I rub my gem stone over my comfortable clothes. My jeans change into my tight fitting dress as I halt. I exhale without hardly breathing, and cough to breath, scuddling slowly down the dark hallway.

Yachel turns and grins down at Persia's gown. "Why did you get that dress, babe?"

I cough to breathe and say. "I wanted to look sexy for Britton, this year."

Yachel looks over a collar bone with a grin. "And it is working perfectly. Britton's watching your rear end, but I worry that you won't breathing at the end of the year." She turns and faces the dark hallway, moving around the pot holes in the wooden planks. I grunt with a grin, scuddling down the hallway with happiness that Britton sees my dress. Britton dashes behind Persia, wrapping both hands around her waist with a chuckle and scuddles with her to the next classroom.

10:01 a.m.

2nd period Fairy Lore Class

The door opens. I giggle from Britton's cold hands around my waist, scuddling down the hallway, since I can't run or dash like the younger fairies in my new skin tight sexy dress. He walks behind Persia into the next academic class with a wicked grin. Yachel moves ahead, stopping and sliding into the same reader-chair on the second row next to the wall as last year. Britton follows behind Persia's butthole to her same reader-chair on the second row beside Yachel and releases her, swinging around with a wicked grin, finding one of the reader-chairs in the rear of the room.

I scoot into the curved seat, filling the smooth plastic on my fanny and my legs, but I am totally eye blind from viewing the side walls, the rear wall, the rear door, Yachel, and the other white chairs on either side. I view the front wall, the diagonal front row chair curves, and finally the Ibbie with a giggle.

I drag my extended reader-tray, a rectangle shape with rounded edges of white. The tray is not marred with a single ugly black mark or a colored scratch or the previous fairy's secret fingernail messages. I learned last year when the fairy scoots out the reader-chair. The secret fingernail notes vanish from the tray, coming from the mind of the seated fairy, so cool. I pull it into my chest and rub the smooth tray, finding an embedded shallow rounded pocket over the front edge in the center of the tray for holding the raw rock. However, I am third class. I use my polished gem stone to activate the reader-tray for working and studying my fairy lore boring class lectures.

The adult female is a tall and queen-sized fairy mentor with a head of short brown hair, a pair of brown tinted skin, and a pair of brown colored eyes. She is positioned in front of the white wall without a desk or a book or a ruler or a pencil. Mentor Ibbie drags her long aqua color cape side to side over the white plastic floor, wearing a matching ankle-length gown without a set of gloves and a matching tiara. Her hands are folded in front of her gown, showing off her gem stone broach pin of aqua too. She halts and stands in front of the class, looking at each fairy inside a reader-chair with a smile and a nod. "Good morning, third class. You know me. I know you. This academy year is going to be very unique, simply because last year was more unique for all of us." She clears her throat with a sour frown. "Some the fairies did not complete and present an oral presentation before your fairy fellows and me. Therefore, if you did not orally speak in my classroom last year, then you will be able to perform that task this year." The teens moan. She says. "However, if you did present your assignment, then you will be able to assist in another task this year. You will be paired with one of the delinquent fairies..." The teens groan. She smirks. "If you are a delinquent fairy, meaning no oral presentation last year, please slowly release your gem stone ray up to the ceiling. Do not damage the ceiling. Or I will damage you," chuckling.

Yachel fingernail writes on her reader-tray to Persia's reader-tray.

Vicious fairy mentors, this year, Third Class.

I feel the burn on my hands, looking down and reading the message with a smile and wipe the evidence away on my reader-tray.

Britton sits in the rear of the room in the last row of males inside his reader-chair with a sour frown and a moan. "Mentor Ibbie!" My reader-chair swirls to Britton as I wave with a grin and a giggle to him. Britton winks to Persia and frowns at Ibbie, "Why do we need to do an oral assignment? Why can't ya just tell us about all fairy lore in Fairyland today? Then we will be all done and we can go fishing," he leans over and fist bumps with a chuckle to Molfalso.

Ibbie clears a throat. "Master Britton!" My reader-chair starts to turn to Ibbie as I mentally halt it and wink with a giggle at Britton again. Britton winks to Persia with a smile. Ibbie says. "I have found that teen fairies do not listen to me, to the other fairy mentors, and to their own fairy parents. Therefore, you will not listen but will read about a tiny bit of fairy lore inside my class room this year. All fairies, please face me!" I mentally swing my reader-chair back to Ibbie with a sour frown. Ibbie says. "Please all delinquent fairies from last year raise your wave to the ceiling." An array of different colors and thickness of gem stone waves slam one at a time up and into the ceiling, making the loose plaster fall and bounce over the domed tops of the reader-chairs. I wipe off the broken particles of ceiling plaster from my tray, my plastic seat, and my naked feet, since I wear a pair of sandals over my naked toes. Ibbie grins. "Very good, it is half the fairy population here. I would like for the triumphant fairy from last year to select a delinquent fairy by releasing your gem stone ray also. However, I would like for your ray to gentle flow in a horizontal or sideways position into the selected fairy and then attach to the reader chair dome near the other colored ray. Do not touch or intersection the rays. There will be an explosion and an expulsion of the disobedience fairy. I promise foreverly," chuckling.

Kuelle frowns. "Fairies do not get kicked out of the Fairy Academy."

I lifting my palm and shoot my ray sideways sort to the reader-chair of Yachel, slamming into the edge of her pale blue ray, creating a set of tiny baby colorful fiery sparks of pink, green, yellow, orange, and blue. Yachel yelps from the flying sparks that hit her tray and her dress, wiping them from her clothes and leans forward with a sneer to see Persia. "Bad job, fairy!"

I lean over with a giggle and a grin. "Thanks. I've been not practicing during the summertime days."

Gable twirls his reader-chair around the room, scanning the different colored rays, shooting his lime green ray to Britton. His ray attaches to the other reader-chair.

Britton yelps from the fire flames over his reader-chair, falling down into his lap and his boot toes. "Dang, wee fart. Ibbie said gently attach, not attack me." He gasps and frowns. "Naw. Naw, now. Pick someone else, Gabbie. Not me! Pick Eadric or Kuelle or..."

Gable jabs a finger at Britton with a giggle and a tongue of mouth salvia. "I pick you, Britton, bro."

I twirl my chair-chair to see Britton. He frowns at Gable and sneers at Persia. "Persia, why didn't you pick me, honey?" I gasp with shock. I had forgotten that Britton didn't finish his oral presentation last year. I drop my mouth, forming my lips, blowing him an invisible kiss of love. He shakes a skull and swings his reader-chair from Persia, facing the side wall. I gasp and fingernail-write on top of my reader-tray to Britton.

I am so sorry, honey.

Apella swirls her reader-chair around the room, observing the different colored rays, shooting her golden wave at the other fairy. "I guess Nabell gets the glory of my fairy wisdom," smiling.

I look up and continue to see the side reader chair of Britton with a smile, looking down, fingernail-writing back to Britton.

I am sorry, Britton. Please don't be mad at me!

Britton feels his arm burn, viewing the message from Persia and wipes the tray clean with his hands.

Nabell turns and sneers at Apella, wiping off the fallen ceiling plaster from her dress. "I don't wanna get your glory or your wisdom or your fairy. Remove your wave, fairy now."

Ibbie grins. "Fairy Nabell, you do need the extra wisdom. Apella and Nabell are paired."

Nabell swirls to her boyfriend with a sour frown. "Eadric, why didn't ya finish your fairy assignment, last year?"

Eadric swirls to his girlfriend, dropping his mouth. "Nabell, why didn't you finish your fairy assignment, last year? Then I wouldn't be paired with Zann."

Nabell drops open a mouth and snarls at Zann. "Take your wave off my fairy guy, girlfriend! Before, I surf my flaming dark orange ray over your pretty curls..."

Zann wiggles her pink wave that touches on the reader-chair of Eadric with a nod and a smile to Nabell. "Do it, non-girlfriend!"

Ibbie says. "Chairs face me!" All the reader-chairs swirl to Ibbie. She frowns. "Listen to me, very careful! You are fairies. You are in the Fairy Academy to learn to be the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland..."

My arm burns on my reader-chair. I view the message.

Yachel smiles and fingernail-writes on top of her reader-tray to Persia

Told ya! You're supposed to be the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland too.

I giggle and fingernail-write back to Yachel.

Britton is mad at me.

Yachel smiles and fingernail-writes.

Dang! You got no series of sugary kisses tonight inside the watcher station.

I wipe the tray with my hands and a sour frown of defeat.

Ibbie says. "I see every domed top of the reader-chair has a paired gem stone ray. The rays are finalized. If you are the delinquent fairy, please use and share your secret fairy tale word from last year in fourth class. We will not be capturing any new fairy tale words for the current year class assignment. And the triumphant fairy does not have to present the assignment but only assist the delinquent fairy with their research. Thus, the triumphant fairy can perform all the research inside the library or inside the fairy lore classroom but not inside their private chambers. The private chambers might not be private anymore. To ensure that each oral presentation is completely, I can help too." She lifts up and aims her broach pin gem stone, releasing her aqua wave at the twin fairy rays of Nabell and Apella in the middle of the two reader-chairs. The three fairy waves sizzle in heat and explode into tiny colorful fiery sparks.

Apella wipes off the tiny fire balls from her chair and her dress with a sour frown. "Mentor Ibbie, I'm burning up over here."

Ibbie shoots her aqua wave at each paired twin waves with a smile. "I am almost finished, fairies. Now, I have fairy bow-tied each paired gem stone waves to each other. If you look on your gem stone, you will see a solid image of a sideways figure shaped like the number eight, but it is a colored white bowtie..."

Molfalso sees the white bowtie inside his gem stone with a sour frown. "A girly bow? Why couldn't it be a boyish knife or manly gun or evil fairy axe?"

Gable spins his chair to Molfalso with a puzzled brow. "Is there such as thing as a fairy axe?"

Molfalso chuckles to Gable. "Yeah, it's inside my horse shed. Come on by this evening, Gabbie. I'll happily demonstrate to your body," laughing.

Ibbie clears a throat. "The oral assignment must be completed before the end of the academic year. Or you will face Mentor Daffodil. Please begin your assignment."

Kuelle shouts. "Fairies do not fail Fairy Academy."

My reader-chair starts to swirl to Kuelle as I mentally halt it, feeling the burn on my arm and look down to see the message from Yachel.

Yachel smiles and fingernail-writes on top of the reader-tray to Persia.

My fairy tale word is humans, but you know that.

I frown and fingernail-write on top of my reader-chair back to Yachel.

Britton is mad at me.

Yachel smiles and fingernail-writes.

I have plenty of information for an oral three minute speech too.

In front of the classroom, Ibbie grins. "Since, you are paired with twice as many resources for a single oral presentation, the time limit has increased from three minute to six minutes." The teens moan.

Yachel smiles and fingernail writes on top of her reader-tray to Persia.

I have datum for that too.

I frown and fingernail-write on top of the reader-tray back to Yachel.

Why didn't I remember that Britton didn't present his silly oral presentation on fairy lore? He's mad at me now.

Yachel smiles and fingernail writes.

He'll get over it. Forget tonight, there's tomorrow.

I frown and fingernail-write.

What am I going to do for tonight?

Yachel smiles and taps the palm gem stone over her reader-tray, sliding all the information to Persia. My reader-tray fills with numerous black colored words and long sentences. I gasp with shock. The information is related only to humans. I roll my gem stone over the many words and sentences to lock inside my gem stone like a filing cabinet, since I am paired and supposed to assist Yachel with her oral six minute presentation.

Ibbie grins. "Fairies are dismissed from my class."

I struggle to stand from the reader-chair in my new sexy tight gown. Britton is mad, turning and leaving Persia inside the class room, dashing out the archway.

Gable dashes behind the back spine of Britton with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. "We can start working on your presentation immediately like during lunch. How's that, fairy and hairy buddy?"

10:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I scuddle into the hallway and hear. Gable annoys and moves beside Britton. I rub my gem stone over my dress, changing into my shirt, my blue jeans, and my unpolished cowgirl boots again with a whine. "Ugh! Britton is going to hate me for the rest of the year..."

"Yeah," Yachel watches Gable continue to annoy Britton with a nod and a smile. "So, you got all that free time to research and write my six minute oral presentation on the fairy tale word humans. I can't do it by myself, since Stad ain't mad at me. I will be busy inside our cubby hole in the watcher station today, tomorrow night, the night after that." She rubs her palm gem stone, changing out of her dress and into her shirt, her blue jeans, and a pair of polished cowgirl boots. The other teen fairies pass around Persia and Yachel.

I hear and see Gable annoy Britton more. "Ugh! Britton is not going to meet me in the watcher station, tonight."

She grins. "Yeah, but you'll be plenty of busy with my fairy tale word humans..."

"Ugh! Britton is not going to meet me in the watcher station for the rest of the year."

"Yeah! But you won't be lonely with the reader-chair either. You can pretend its Britton's body parts," she grins.

"Ugh! Don't agree with me, Yachel. Help me figure out how to smooth it over with Britton. I wanna be kissed, tonight."

"Yeah," She grins.

I exhale with a puff of annoyance, passing the staircase to our bedrooms, looking at some of the more sorry rotten wooden planks on the bottom of the steps and follow my fellow fairies with a puzzled frown. "Where are we going?"

She grabs and drags Persia by the arm with a smile. "In the front of the building, coach flying class is two hours, including lunch."

I come out of my depression, bouncing and clapping with happiness. "Coach flying class. Coach flying class is next. Goody, goody! I get to learn how to fly a coach and then my parents will let me fly their coach."

11:02 p.m.

3rd period Coach Flying Class

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine and few clouds

I follow the fairies out the open archway, studying the rotten wood of the entrance archway with a confused brow. "Still no double front doors? Why no double front doors in front of the building without the nasty fairy watchers?"

Yachel marches to the old nasty wooden elevated platform. The platform holds a long sitting bench and a matching eating table. She points to the object with a smile. "Don't know. Don't care. Wow. This is cool. There's an elevated platform, holding a long bench for us, fairies. And there's food on the table. This is new. I can smell the new lumber plus some old rotten wood."

"Ah, the missing front double doors have been found and restructured." I stroll to the end of the bench with a nod and a grin, standing behind the eating table and an empty food plate. Most of my fairy mates are sitting in the middle of bench seat, grabbing at food from the full platters, eating with laughter. I step over the bench and sit. There is an empty repaired plate in front of me. The platters of food slide side to side over the length of the eating table with a fairy charm from the fairy mentor of the class. I grab with my naked fingers a sandwich and a piece of corn cob. There is a glass of milk beside my plate. I dive into the food with a chewing grin of fun. Yachel sits beside Persia and grabs food too.

The adult male is a tall and thin shaped fairy mentor with a bald skull, a tone of dark tinted skin and elderly. The male stands and moves from the entrance archway, saying via his gem stone. "I am Mentor Hamilcar, your coach flying instructor. This is coach flying class. To be accepted into this class, you must be fifteen years old exactly. No fourteen year olds and no sixteen year olds are allowed, unless you have failed my class last year." He shoots his burnt orange fairy wave through the air, attaching to a hovering golden colored beaten up and rusty single coach that flows over the skyline. The coach gently soars down from the white clouds, landing on top of the dry brown weeds in front of him. The teens spin around, chewing the food and watching Hamilcar and the coach. He scoots into the driver seat of the coach, igniting his burnt orange fairy wave over his shoes. The burnt orange wave surrounds him and the coach. He lifts it from the ground and flies from the dirt of the front porch up into the white clouds out of sight. The teens clap and cheer. The coach turns and zooms over the rooftop of the watcher station in the opposite direction and swings around to the sitting teens on top of the long bench on the elevated platform. And then Hamilcar lands the coach directly in front of the platform. The teens clap and cheer. Hamilcar slides out the coach without a smile. "That was a demonstration of wild bird flying. It will not be tolerated here at the Fairy Academy inside my classroom. Or you will fail my class immediately and then be sent to Mentor Daffodil for reprimand. This is the only rule needed here. You will meet here each lunchtime event outside, rain or shine. Yes. I teach during the rain also. The brownies will construct a roof in case of rain for eating your yummy and nutritious lunch." The teens mumble. He smirks. "You will find the flying course hard or easy. I will let you determine that judgment. How many have flown a coach? No matter. This is your official flying coach for operating a coach in Fairyland. The rest of the rules pertain to flying a coach which will be instructed during the flight by me. I will teach one fairy at a time inside the coach. Sometimes, the fairy needs more practice or more rest before passing my test," chuckling. The teens mumble.

I lean to Yachel with a confused brow. "What's he talking about more practice or more rest?"

She swallows and smiles. "Don't know. But I can fly a coach already," she eats and chews.

I frown. "Ya can? How can?"

"Yeah, my dad needs help around the farm. I fly our beaten up and ugly rust bucket coach around, delivering farm supplies and stuff during the summertime and weekends."

I nod. "I didn't see you this summertime either. Where were you?"

"At my grandmother's house..."

"Again?"

"Yes, again! I love my grandmother, Persia. She's old and fragile. I wanna spend time with her before...ya know..."

"O. I sorry."

Hamilcar lifts a finger into the air without a smile, saying into his gem stone. "Ah, the day and conditions are perfect for flying a coach. A sunny day with high clouds is a non-interference measure today. The temperature is warm at seventy two degrees, slight three miles per hour wind speeds and seventy-three percent humidity. Who wants to go first inside the coach?"

Apella stands and waves her free hand with a grin, wiping off her dirty mouth with the patched linen cloth, tossing it in her dirty repaired plate of eaten food. "I do. I wanna go first, being the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland."

Yachel whispers, "Figures."

I grin. "She is the 'firstest' fairy in Fairyland. That's for shore, wanting the role of fairy queen."

Hamlicar says. "I will accept fairy Apella as my first student. I teach not only the driver but the passenger. Every coach must exhibit both good drivers and good passengers. So there must be a full load of fairies inside the coach also. I need four more fairies, any size and any personality," grinning. The fairies are silence, looking at each other in shock.

Apella moves and stands beside the driver side of the coach, motioning with her hands and shouts as her words caught inside her earring gem stone for all eardrums. "Come on. Some four bodies stand and sit in the rear seat. Kuelle?"

"No way, hay!" Kuelle sits with a laugh, eating her lunch.

Apella frowns, "Nabell?"

Nabell shakes her curls. "No fudging ice cream in my freeze, ya'll." The teens laugh and silence, looking at each other in worry.

Hamilcar says. "Fairy Apella must be accompanied with four other fairies. Or another fairy can be the first driver..."

Apella points with a scream at the teen fairy. "Gable, get up now!" Gable shakes his skull and chews his food in silence.

Molfalso wipes a face with the patched linen cloth with a grin, elbowing his girl. "I will. Get up, Zann sweetie. We go with Apella." He stands and assists Zann to stand from the seat like a good teen fairy gentleman with a chuckle and a smile.

"Good luck, bro." Stad chews his food with a laugh.

Molfalso leans down to Stad with a wink and a grin. "She's a good fairy, dude." He looks up with a wink to see Apella. "I'll fly with you, Apella, as long as, you fly with me and Zann during our coach testing too."

Apella grins. "Shore will! Let's go now, my flying time." She slides into the driver seat, tapping on the mineral gold dashboard in excitement.

Hamlicar says via his gem stone, "I need two more warm fairy bodies."

Molfalso side steps, slapping Yachel on the collar bone with a smile and his order. "Move, Yachel! You come, too, Persia. That's four of us. We're the family unit for Apella's flying coach skills." He escorts Zann by the arm with a smile and a chuckle as they walk like a royal couple to the coach, sliding into the rear seat.

I stand with a soft clap and a smile of excitement. "Okay. Let's be the first inside the coach."

Yachel sits and chews with a sour frown. "Persia?"

I slap Yachel on the collar bone with a grin and a giggle. "Let's go. Okay. Now move, Yachel." Yachel stands and moves with Persia with a sour frown. I move and skip around the eating platform, running to the rear of the coach, sliding into the middle next to Zann with a giggle and a nod of nervousness and excitement. Zann wiggles and giggles from the light tickles of Molfalso, batting back his roaming hands from her body as he chuckles with delight. I giggle at the precious touch of two love birds and exhale with a puff of worry, swinging my face to see my fairy boyfriend. Britton eats and elbows Stad with a grin, ignoring Persia, the coach, and the fairy mentor. Yachel slides into the seat, sitting on the end next to Persia with a sour frown, exhaling with annoyance, crossing her arms with frustration.

Hamlicar stands beside the front passenger seat, facing the teen fairies at the eating table. "I will occupy the front passenger seat. All the passengers will sit inside the rear bench as shown. All of you must wear both a safety helmet and a set of safe body webbing," he aims and releases his burnt orange wave at the rear seat. A set of four helmets appear over each skull and a set of webbing covers each body of the four fairies passengers.

Yachel gasps and grabs the webbing, pulling on the twisted belts. "Hey! I'm trapped again. I want out like now."

I reach and slap her kneecap with a giggle and a grin. "Sh! This is fun adventure, this year."

Zann adjusts the helmet for a better view with a confused brow. "Apella doesn't have a helmet."

Hamilcar nods. "She is the driver. She needs to see all sides of the coach and the sky and terrain at all times for flying a coach. We are ready for the first flying lesson of the new year." He slides into the front passenger seat, turning and saying to Apella. "Sit upright. Your back is straight and not slumped. Your head and chin are even with the window shield."

"What window shield, sir? What windows? All the side, front and rear windows are missing, bro. And the rooftop is missing also, dude. And no door, but a door frame without windows, too." Molfalso jerks his hand through the space, where a door and a window usually stands with a smile and a chuckle. I turn and scan the coach with a gasp, seeing that there are no windows or a rooftop protection either.

Yachel leans to Persia with a wicked grin. "This is fun adventure, this year."

"Shut it, Yachel!" I lean over Yachel, sticking my hand out the non-window with a sour frown.

"Another body part is collateral damage, not to me." Hamlicar chuckles. "There are no windows or a solid rooftop or any type of closing side doors inside a student coach, while a fairy is flying. You will understand shortly."

Molfalso cuddles and chuckles to Zann. "I'll protect you, love."

I study the side of the coach, missing that item. I was so excited about learning to fly that I didn't notice the beaten up coach. "This is only a frame, an outline of a flying coach with no windows, no doors, and no roof. So tomorrow, we got the whole coach for flying."

Hamilcar says. "No."

Yachel lean over to Persia with an evil laugh. "I'll protect you, darling." I exhale with a puff of annoyance, crossing both arms over the webbing, staring out the non-window in front of the old rusty coach.

Zann chuckles and cuddles with Molfalso. "Now, I understand the need for the helmets and the wedding..."

Molfalso chuckles, "You said wedding, instead of webbing, sweetie."

Zann giggles. "Naw, I didn't say wedding."

"Yes, you say wedding, instead of webbing, doll." Molfalso pecks a wet kiss on her cheekbone and pulls back with a smile. I turn and giggle at their precious love bird banter, swinging to the eating table on the platform to see my fairy guy. Britton eats and elbows with Hadwin on the other side of his seat, ignoring the coach and Persia. I exhale with great disappointment, swinging my face ahead.

Hamilcar says. "I will use your first name in case of an urgent emergency procedure. Apella, please lift the coach by your gem stone fairy wave."

She touches and presses her gem stone inside her ear ring, shooting a golden wave below her sandals and over her body. Then the wave covers the entire coach, shooting forward to the dirt, carrying the coach forward. The coach wobbles side to side, hitting the tall weeds. She exhales. "It's heavy."

"On purpose..." Hamilcar grins. "The coach nose is facing in the north direction. Please gently glide over the ground, and away from the eating teens, and away from the elevated platform, holding the eating teens, and away from the Fairy Academy building too for safety and non-dangerment to me and them." Apella rubs her earring, gently moving the coach forward at a steady pace.

"Good job, Apella!" Molfalso smiles. "You see, she's a good driver." He whispers to Zann, tickling her ribs as she nods with a soft giggle.

I lean to Yachel with a smile. "See? She's doing a good job. We're safe." Yachel motor boats her lips with annoyance. Apella clears the teens, the platform, and the building, flying the coach forward over the dirt.

Hamilcar says. "Please gently turn to your left and follow around the side of the school building."

I feel good about Apella's driving. She is both cautious and steady. I turn and study the side of the school building with a disgusted frown and punch Yachel on the elbow, saying. "Ugh. The school building has lots of big ugly holes and lots of rotten planks over the side wooden planks. Does no one fix up the building during the summertime days? This is our side of the structure. Did you get a window room this year?" Yachel views the front of the coach, narrowing her eyelashes in the far distance at the objects. I turn and view the other side, looking at the fairy couple. Zann and Molfalso tickle each other with a set of soft giggles and do not pay attention to Apella. I gasp with shock, understanding Molfalso's logic. He and Zann wanted to have some fun together inside the rear side of the coach without the other nosy male teens taunting him. Yachel and I are the perfect chaperones, since we won't tell anyone. I turn and see the pretty thick lush green forest on the other side of the landscape and punch Yachel on the elbow, saying. "Look at the pretty forest. I've seen this before."

Yachel exhales and views the front of the coach with the other objects. "Persia, the north side of the building holds our bedroom suites. You've been seeing or not seeing that pretty patch of forest for the past three years, since you were thirteen years old."

"O. Good to learn! I just now comprehended the beauty of the forest. There're tall trees, pretty wildflowers, squirrels, and the mountain. Did I tell you about the tall mountain that I saw?"

Yachel shakes her curls and her tiara, studying the objects in the west. "There's no mountain in Fairyland."

I turn and view her nose profile with a confused brow. "Yeah, I mean naw. There isn't a mountain in Fairyland. I saw the mountain beyond Fairyland. Or it was beyond those tall trees. I think."

Yachel stares in the far distance in the west, beyond the coach nose with a worried brow. "Naw, Persia, there is not a mountain on the island. A mountain would mean puffs of smoke, hot boiling lava, and plumes of gray ash. The island is made of rock and low laying valleys, mostly grass and sea water. When did you fly to the south?"

"I flew in the north direction. I saw the mountain peak in the north."

"No. You flew to the south, looking for the fairy fort. Did you find it?" Yachel stares at the objects with a worried brow.

I frown. "No, I didn't find the fairy fort with your useless helpless hints. But I found a mountain in the north."

"Impossible, Persia! There's nothing in the north, maybe seawater and seaweed." Yachel stares in the far distance in the west over the coach nose with a worried brow.

I frown. "How do you know that stuff?"

Yachel exhales. "My mom tells me stuff about Fairyland," she turns and views Persia. "You should ask your parents about stuff inside Fairyland too."

"I shall." I turn and frown at the grove of thick green forest again with a whisper for my ears only. "I saw a mountain."

Hamilcar stares ahead at the objects without a smile. "Please turn to the left and then straighten the coach, pointing due west, Apella." The coach gently turns to the left, smoothly twisting to the west direction, sitting on the grass. Apella touches her earring with a smile. Hamilcar says, "Very good, Apella!"

She smiles. "Did I pass? Can I drive my parents' coach today?" Yachel and Molfalso laugh. I turn and frown at the nose profile of Yachel.

Hamilcar says. "You have accomplished gliding the coach smoothly over the rough weeds. Look ahead. This is the flying course that you must pass before you can fly your parents' coach, tomorrow."

I turn to the coach nose and gasp with the other fairy passengers. The coach has landed over the flat ground of grass. The flat grass ends, turning into an elevated plot of ground. The elevated plot of grounds consists of short green shrubs about two feet high. Beyond the short green shrubs, the ground elevates again into a set of tall flowers about seven feet high. Beyond the flowers, the ground raises again into a series of long implanted and non-movable tall wooden gates covered in honeysuckle vines about ten feet high. Beyond the vines, there is a wall of embedded non-moving tall trees, about twenty feet high. Beyond the trees, there is the blue sky and white clouds, unlimited. I gasp. "This is a flying obstacle course."

"Very good, Persia!" Hamilcar grins. "The coach flying obstacle course is designed for a new driver to overcome both fear and fright of heights, since a flying coach flies in the air, not in the clouds, and not over the water. Once you pass each obstacle, you will pass the course and the class."

Molfalso laughs. "Easy. Go for it, Apella!"

Apella gasps, removing her finger from the gem stone earring. Her golden wave disappears around the coach. "O...okay."

Yachel shakes her curls and her tiara, crossing both arms with a sour frown. "Don't fudge up here, fairy Apella! I wanna live and eat ice cream for dinnertime tonight," laughing.

I drop my mouth in shock. "I wanna get out of here now."

Hamilcar says. "You can pace at any speed, Apella. However, I would suggest a fast speed, soaring over each obstacle with care. Or you will run into the particular object with dire results."

"Me. Getting me, as in your nice fairy friend Persia, harmed, Apella. So go really fast, faster." I yell behind her skull, exhaling with fear. I am not driving. I am the freaking dang nervous passenger, exhibiting my hostile passenger manners towards the driver.

"Go fastest, Apella!" Molfalso chuckles and cuddles Zann closer with a whisper into her worried face as she grins.

Hamilcar says. "Please begin at any time, Apella." Apella exhales and swallows the bile back down a tight throat, flinging both hands into the air, placing one finger upon the gem stone earring. Her golden wave shoots out and back down to her sandals, surrounding her and the coach. She gently lifts the coach from the flat ground and into the air by a few inches. Hamilcar says. "A little higher, the first obstacle is two feet in height."

"Higher, Apella," I yell.

Hamilcar says. "There will be no back side drivers. Please try to restrain from yelling at the driver. But you may yell from fear," grinning.

I toss my arms which are not tied into the body webbing. "Ugh, I'm afraid now." I yell from fear.

Yachel leans over into Persia with a wicked grin. "This is the fear adventure, this year." Apella shakes the coach side to side, lifting the transport higher into the air molecules.

Hamilcar says. "You may begin the flying obstacle course at will, child."

"I will it to go home. Take a failure, Apella! I want out now." I yell from more fear, flinging my arms into Yachel's grin. Apella exhales, viewing the short green shrubs, pressing her gem stone and gains speed with the coach. The coach zooms forward, leaving the flat grass, hitting the numerous short tops of the two foot shrubs. Numerous pieces of greenery whip into the air, going sideways and slam into the coach nose. Then the pieces of greenery invade the interior of the coach without a properly enclosed front window shield. The greenery leave and tiny branch stems slam into the four fairy passengers in the rear seat of the coach. I slap the shredded pieces of shrub from my face with a sour frown and a yell of annoyance. "Ugh."

Yachel slaps the greenery from her face with a sour frown. "Ugh, too!" The ugly big black plant flies from the disturbed shrubs soar up and invade the interior of the open coach too for meanness and fun. Apella is not bothered, since she is controlling the golden wave. Her wave is protecting her from both the pieces of green leave shrubs and soaring nasty house flies.

I slap at each plant fly from my face and my webbed body with a sour frown and a yell. "Ugh, house flies. Go faster, Apella!"

Zann yells. "There's an invasion of bugs into the coach, Mentor Hamilcar."

Hamilcar shoots and releases his burnt orange wave. "Yes. This is part of the test for the passengers. _Protectee,_ Hamilcar." A faint burnt orange wave covers his entire body, slightly glowing around his bald skull.

Molfalso strikes the greenery of leaves and stems, coming at Zann with his crimson wave. Then his wave surrounds both of them inside the rear side of the coach like a pretty red blanket. Molfalso says. " _Protectee,_ Zann and Molfalso!"

The nasty black buzzing flies hit and bounce off from the protection crimson wave. Then the flies act smart, attacking Persia, sitting next to Zann.

I slap at the nasty houseflies and hit Yachel on the arm with a sour frown. "A protection wave. We need one, too. Hamilcar did one. Molfalso did one around him and Zann..."

"Yeah. Yeah. I got one." Yachel swats the house flies too, lifting her hand over her tiara. " _Protectee_ , Yachel." Her pale blue fairy wave starts down at her boot toes, coming up to her chest and stops. "Dang. My protection wave is only partial. I can't get it to surround all of me."

I slap at the more of the nasty flies and lift my hand over my tiara too. " _Protectee_ , Persia." I gasp. "My fairy wave starts at my boot toes and glides up to my waist. Ah. I can't get it passed my waist. Ugh. I didn't practice during the summertime days either. Go faster, Apella. Get out, black plant flies, nasty things." I swat at the plant flies, buzzing around my lips and my eyeballs.

Yachel looks over her collar bone and slaps Persia on the arm with a giggle and a grin. "Look behind you hairy skull, Persia."

I swat at the house flies. "I can't. The house flies are kissing my cheekbones. Are they attacking my hair too, eating my curls?"

"Naw." Yachel continues to look over her collar bone with a grin.

I swatting another nasty plant fly, missing of course. The nasty critters are fast. I struggle side to side and turn and face the school building with a gasp and a giggle. "The eating table is floating..."

Yachel laughs. "The eating table is fairy charmed with the sliding platters of food. The platform has risen from the dirt, hovering and holding the other teens in the air. All the other teens can see Apella, testing for her fairy license as she flies the dangerous obstacle course."

I nod with a giggle, slapping at the buzzing plant flies. Some of the teens are standing, tossing their arms with cheers. Some of the teens are sitting, stuffing their faces. But all the teens are watching Apella's flying performance. I swing around and scream with the other fairy passengers. Apella lifts the coach higher over the two feet height of shrubs but not high enough. The coach hits the field of tall pretty yellow and orange flowers. The pretty soft flowers and petals bust and jump into the open windows. The soft flowers hit each protection wave, bouncing off and land on top of every boot toe. The soft flowers hit my face. I smile in loveliness. The flowers are both soft and fragranced. I close my eyelashes, allowing the flowers to touch my face, feeling softness. Then I feel a tickling sensation, opening my eyelashes. A gang of pretty colored butterflies flutter and fly inside the interior of the coach as Apella soars over the field of flowers. I lift my naked finger with a grin and a giggle. The butterflies sit on my naked hand. I smile. "This is nice. Good job, Apella." Yachel lifts her arm with a grin and a giggle, holding a flock of colorful butterflies too.

The butterflies hit the protection crimson wave of Molfalso and fly to Persia. Zann taps on the protection wave with her manicured fingernail with a sad pout. "I wanna hold a butterfly too."

Molfalso laughs and hugs her. "Naw. It's about to change, doll." The butterflies and flower hit the protection shield of Hamilcar. He doesn't comment, watching the coach fly over the second obstacle for fairy safety.

I look in the far distance with a gasp and a smile. "Okay. The next obstacle is a set of wooden gates, holding bunches of pink honeysuckles. Honeysuckles are sweet tasting to my tongue," giggling. Apella leaves the field of flowers and butterflies, flying the coach over the pretty flowers and hits the next obstacle, of course. The long green vines rip from the wooden gates. The pink honeysuckle flowers bombard the interior of the coach. I watch the floating flowers land in my lap with a smile. I capture one, gently tugging the white stem from the flower, smelling the sweet fragrance of juicy honey. Then I suck on the wet stem of honey, thus honey sucking. I slap my sticky lips together with a grin. Yachel captures one, tugging and sucking on the flower stem too. She sucks down another honeysuckle stem with a giggle.

The bees fly from the broken veins in angry, chasing after the soaring coach. Yachel sits on the end of the bench without a solid door frame with a scream and a worried brow. "Bee...bee..." She swats at the yellow bee.

I lick my lips with the sweet honey with a smile. "Be mine. Be good. Bee..." I scream. The bee flies across my face as I swat it, missing, of course. "Ah. The nasty yellow critter is too fast. Bee. Be gone, Apella, now." I swat at more of the bees, coming into the coach to close to my nose.

The crimson wave zaps three of the bees. Molfalso frowns. "Use your wave, Persia."

"O right, yeah." I fumble my hand in the air, sliding side to side from Apella's crazy driving. I target the little bee.

Yachel slams Persia on the hand with a sour frown. "Naw. Bend your face sideways. Let it pass to the other side. It wants to live, too, Persia." I exhale with a nod, sliding my head side to side from each bee. The bees exit through the opposite side of the coach without a rear view glass window too and away from me.

Hamilcar says. "Very good, Apella. You have one more obstacle, the tree tops."

I scream. "Go higher and faster, Apella! I wanna get out now." Apella presses her gem stone earring, punching the speed of the coach faster. She angles the coach, heading the nose into the clouds, exhaling with a puff of fear and excitement. I feel my body press fall against the rough leather of the torn rear seat, looking up at the blue sky and exhale with a puff of fear. The coach is going twenty feet above the ground with Apella at the helm. The coach is almost paralleling the tree bark and hits one of the extended tree limbs, flying sideways into the thicket of the tree branches. The leaves, the twigs, the branches, and the red birds fly through the window shield. The leaves, twigs, and bird poop slams into my chest, my face and lands on top of my legs which is protected with my fairy wave. I feel the leaves and twigs hit my collar bone and my neck. The plants slide off my helmet. I hear the birds, squawking over my body and lean sideways into Yachel for both fear and protection. Yachel hugs the metal frame of the non-existent coach door, giggling and grinning with fun excitement. The birds fly through the frontal non-existence window shield and exit through the rear non-existence window shield, unharmed with a squawk of annoyance too.

Hamilcar says. "This is the reason no windows are inside the fairy school coach." Apella balances the coach flat over the tree tops, cutting off the healthy green leaves and lifts the coach higher, flying over the trees, exhaling with a puff of excitement and grins. Hamilcar says. "You have done a very good job, Apella. We are still alive."

"Barely..." I lift my face to see the blue skyline with a sour frown and fling the rest of the loose leaves, twigs and a broken short tree branch from my body out of the open side door next to Yachel.

Hamilcar says. "Please steer to your right and follow the slope of trees. Please do not harm the trees."

"Okay." Apella bounces up and down in the driver's seat with a grin of excitement. The coach sails down the sloped trees and flattens even with the flat green.

Hamilcar says. "Please steer to your right, landing back in front of the eating platform." Apella turns and glides the coach to the platform. The platform has landed back down onto the dry dirt, facing the water and not the coach flying obstacle course. The eating table holds all the other teens with a full belly and a bright smile, sliding the empty food platters without any more food items. Hamilcar says the fairy charm to release his protection shield. " _Protectee, no_ Hamilcar." His burnt orange wave retracts into his bracelet, showing his bald and pale features again. Then his wave disappears over each skull helmet and a body webbing to release the fairies passengers in the rear bench seat. "You are free once again, Yachel." Yachel releases her fairy wave with a sour frown. "Whatever. _Protectee, no_ Yachel." Her pale blue wave retracts from her body and suck back into her palm gem stone with a soft slurp.

I release my partial protection shield too. " _Protectee, no_ Persia." My magenta fairy wave disappears from my lower body and sucks back into my gem stone with a slurp. I kick my numb legs with a grin and a giggle for freedom.

Molfalso releases his individual protection shield around him and Zann, saying the fairy charm. " _Protectee, no_ Zann and Molfalso." His crimson fairy wave disappears and sucks back into his belt buckle with a loud slurp. He leans over and pecks her cheekbone with a set of whispered words.

"Do not exit until the coach has come to a complete stop!" Hamilcar says via his bracelet gem stone.

Apella slows and halts, landing the coach away from parallel platform. The other teens stand with a series of cheers and claps as they run off the platform, surrounding the coach.

I exhale. "We made it."

"Today?" Yachel grin.

I turn and frown to Yachel. "Huh. What? Today?"

Hamilcar slides and stands beside the front passenger seat without a smile to see each teen fairy. "Fairy Apella has passed her coach flying course. She is certified to fly any fairy around Fairyland inside a coach." The other teens clap and cheer.

I scoot and stand from the bench without clapping or smiling without good cheer too. "Not. I said the fly..." Yachel shakes the curls and her tiara, slapping Persia on the arm with a giggle.

Hamilcar says. "Class is dismissed for today. I await eagerly the next fairy again tomorrow for the next driver of the coach flying obstacle course." The teens moan.

I turn and move the eating platform with Yachel. Yachel says. "We should go tomorrow, before the coach gets wrecked. I don't wanna drive a beaten flying machine. Get it over with and done, girl. Then, she and I sit back and watch the other fairies crash the coach..."

I exhale with a puff of relieve. "This is the fear adventure now. Let me think about that one, next week." I reach and grab a repaired plate of cold leftover lunch food items, chewing and moving to my next academic class with Yachel.

Coach Flying Class ends at 12:55 p.m.

12:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

Yachel and I walk and woof down a plate of food and send it by fairy wave travel back into the kitchen. I slowly move down the crowded hallway, rubbing my gem stone over my soiled clothes and sour face, drying my clothes and watch the other teens. They clean up the sweat and food stains for our next academic class. I frown. "There're lots of new fairies this year. What's our next class?"

"Enchantment class with Kaapo, this year," Yachel rubs her gem stone over her clothes and face too, scanning the teens. "Yeah, seems so."

I frown. "What can we learn next with our wave? I can fling my wave sideways, upside down, and over five hundred feet, a great feat of fairy magic," giggling.

She frowns. "Ya didn't burn the target in reflection class."

I nod. "It was fruit bush with real blue berries. I don't wanna burn the bush. That's a stupid reason to kill a piece of nature and a handful of real food."

Yachel grins. "Good judgment, fairy Persia. I had a flower which seemed like it had been replanted from the original stalk. I didn't mind burning a suffering flower."

I exhale. "So reflection class is a targeting class for what? Why do we need to practice on a target? I don't understand."

She grins. "Hunting bears..."

I turn and frown at her nose profile. "What bears? There're ain't any bears here, ever."

She nods. "You're right. I think we killed and ate them all along with the alligators and cougars," chuckling.

1:04 p.m.

4th period Enchantment Class

The door opens. I enter through the archway and do not see a table or a stool again. "Geez! Another outdoor exercise, surprise, surprise, surprise..." The door closes. The room is covered in the familiar white plastic on the four walls, the ceiling, and the floor without any glass windows for viewing the trees and the clouds.

"This is the fear adventure, this year." Yachel laughs.

"Shut it!" I stop and lean against the wall, crossing my arms with a sour frown.

The female adult fairy monitor is a petite and slender female with a head of blonde colored hair, a tone of dark tinted skin, and a pair of aqua colored eyes. She stands next to Kaapo with a smile. The fairy monitor is a tall and slender adult female with a head of red colored hair, a tone of pink tinted skin, and a pair of blue colored eyes. Mentor Kaapo wears a gown, a cape, and tiara of amber gem stone, standing in the front plastic wall with a smile, pointing to the archway, rattling her gem stone bracelet of amber. "This year, I am tag teaming with my good fairy mentor Oviv. All of you are in for a nice surprise. Please swing around, following Oviv outside, stomping into the usually arena for wave surfing."

Britton leans to Stad with a wicked grin. "I heard through the honeycombs that they're personal tagged to each other too."

Stad frowns. "We don't have honeycombs and honeybees, dude. And so it ain't your fairy affair, boy. Respect your elders and their privacy, son." Britton frowns with a huff of annoyance, turning and moving to the archway.

The door opens. I swing around to march with the other fairies. "What are we doing today, Yachel?"

"Don't know." She turns and moves with Persia to the open archway with the rest of the fairies.

I grin. "I can't believe you both dumb and blind to our next academic class."

Outside dry grass and short weeds setting

Warm temperatures and bright sunshine

The teens form a semi-straight line, standing and mumbling. Kaapo and Oviv move outside and stand side by side with a smile. Oviv says via her throat chocker gem stone. "This morning plus the rest of the academic session, you will be forming a hand with fingers at the end of your wave. The fingers grab things. You have probably all seen your parents perform this movement but so swiftly that you didn't realize the formation of fingers. This is our objective today and other days throughout the year. Sit on the dirt, close your eyelids."

I elbow Yachel with a grin of excitement. I have slightly noted some type of finger movement, coming from the waves of both my parents when I would pay attention. I plop onto the part grass and part dirt, gathering my cape around my waist. I slump my shoulders, smiling with my good slightly crooked teeth and a puff of mint sweet breathe for Britton and park both my palms in front of my chest, exposing my gem stone. I close my eyelashes, breathing slowly with a grin. Yachel drops and kneels down to the dirt, closing her eyelashes, placing her palms with her pale blue gem stone in front of her chest.

Oviv says via her gem stone. "Concentrate, fairies!"

Gable sits on his knees, staring at the green trees in the far distance. He holds both his arms in front of his long sleeved dress shirt, since his gem stone is mounted on a cuff link sleeve in the pretty lime green colors. "What's the fairy charm?"

Oviv says via her gem stone. "There is no fairy charm. The colored energy comes from you. The format is developed from your mind. Use your mind and your energy to develop a hand at the end of your wave. Use your mind like a whip. Extend your mind, creating a hand or better yet try to form a few fingers and then grasp something from the ground or the sky with your new fingers."

I shoot my magenta wave, wiggling it side to side to the tree line with a giggle with excitement. My fairy wave flips up and down, dancing in a circle. I feel my body shake with the wave, making me seasick. I exhale with a puff of air, calming my nerves. My wave smoothes, straightens, and stops. I hiccup with a giggle and open my eyelashes. I see a magenta single fairy finger at the edge of my wave, retracting my wave back into my face with a smile. My single fairy finger is slender with a nicely designed nail bed but not a sharp claw-like bone. I lean over the dirt to see the other fairies.

Oviv says via her gem stone. "I can see a set of formed fingers and some thumbs. Please walk, crawl, and run your fingers over the landscape and into the sky for some fun exercising. This is the only method to strengthen your appendage."

Yachel possesses two fingers, consisting of an index finger and a ring finger plus a thumb without a nail bed too. Her fairy pale blue fingers are smooth long lines, rounding at the tip with no sharp claws either. She wiggles her fingers in the air and downs down onto the dirt and crawls over the grass and some fallen tree trunks.

Britton has two fingers also, a middle finger and a pinky finger without a thumb and without a set of nail beds also. His dark blue fairy finger tips are smoothly rounded and curved too. His fingers wiggle side to side at the end of his dark blue wave. His eyelids are closed, extending his fairy wave with a grunt, swaying it side to side to create a set of darker blue fairy finger appendages with a sour frown.

Hadwin possesses three fingers and a thumb without a nail bed. His dark brown fairy fingers are long, consisting of a set of middle, ring, and pinky fingers with a rounded tip. He lifts his three fingers and a thumb into the air, wiggling them side to side and drops them down to the dirt, running them over the grass, the ground, and the other nature objects with a smile.

Kuelle has two fingers and no thumb. Her lilac fairy fingers include a ring and a pinky finger with a curved nail bed, nicely manicured into a flat line. She retracts her lilac wave and tosses her fingers into the air. Her fairy fingers run over the air waves, wiggling and playing in the blue sky, a pretty picture.

Nabell has one index finger and a thumb without a nail bed. Her dark orange fairy appendages are extremely bloated, appearing smooth, soft, and fat. She lifts her dark orange wave into the sky with a grunt, turning red in her pale face to make more fairy fingers.

Eadric has an index finger and a pinky finger with a thumb without a set of nail beds too. His emerald fairy fingers are long and slender. He lifts and scratches various body parts with his smooth fingertips, chuckling with silliness.

Gable holds a thumb, short and tiny. He extends his lime green wave with the stubby single appendage without a nail bed forward to the forest and jabs his fairy thumb at the tiny rock. But the rock does not move. I giggle at silly Gable and gasp with shock.

Apella is standing and walking over the ground with her four golden colored skeleton-like fairy fingers and no thumb. Her finger possesses four claw-like fingernails on each end. She slams her sharp claws, cutting into the dirt, the grass, the flowers, the fallen tree limbs, marching over the landscape with murderous determination.

Molfalso sits on his knees with a chuckle. His crimson fairy hand forms with three long fingertips without a nail beds and a long thumb. He sails the crimson wave ahead of his body, gently collecting a tree twig from the ground with his index finger and his thumb and retracts his crimson wave. He lifts and holds his fairy hand and the twig, sliding his crimson hand over the hair roots of Gable with a snigger for evil fun. The teens see the slick move of Molfalso, playing with their own newly formed set of fairy hands and fingers.

Oviv says via her gem stone. "The wave is never detached from the gem stone. However, the gem stone is an extension of your inner powers. Your power controls you, fairy." Molfalso drops his crimson fairy hand, rubbing the twig behind the back spine of Gable with a soft chuckle. Gable reaches around and bushes the back spine with the naked hand, wiping off the bugs. His eyelids are closed, concentrating on his lime green wave. The gem stone cuff link fairy wave hovers about fifty feet from his body, wiggling his fairy lime green thumb. Some of the teens see the maneuver with a series of soft giggles and chuckles. Molfalso raises his crimson fairy hand without being touched and drops his fairy fingers, wiggling the twig up and down the back spine of Gable again. Gable reaches around, scratching his back spine from the attacking bugs. The teens sound with a series of giggles and chuckles. Oviv smiles at the teen performance without stopping it. "The wave is like your arm, coming from the socket of your shoulder. It is connected. The arms have fingers to perform many functions. Concentrate on forming an arm."

Stad sits cross-legged, dropping his arms next to his side, closing his eyelids. His dark brown fairy wave shoots from his belt buckle half way to the tree line. He grits his teeth, tilts his jaw line, and grunts with a growl. A smooth flat fairy wave ripples and forms into a dark brown fairy hand without a finger or a thumb. He exhales and wiggles side to side, burping and farts. His dark brown fairy hand forms into a set of three long fingers and one thumb. His fairy fingers are an index finger, a middle finger, and a ring finger with smooth rounded tips but no claws. He exhales with a huff of victory and opens his eyelids with a chuckle and a smile at the new fairy trick. Stad sees the side action, swinging his face to see Gable. He reaches around, scratching his back spine from the attacking bugs with a sour frown. The teens sound with a set of giggles and chuckles.

Britton sits cross-legged with a sour frown, extending his arm from his body and emits a dark blue fairy wave from his wrist watch. His wave soars over the dirt away from him and forms a fairy hand. His fairy hand stretches and develops into a set of two skinny fingers, a middle finger and a pinky finger plus a thumb. He feels the energy boil in heatedness throughout his body. His fairy fingers wiggle side to side at the end of his dark blue wave. He closes his eyelids, extending his wave with a grunt, swaying it side to side, trying to create more fairy finger appendages. Britton opens his eyelids, studying his new dark blue fairy hand with a sour frown of disappointment, turns and views the commotion in his eyeballs with Gable with a chuckle.

Stad turns with a chuckle of Molfalso abusing poor Gable again, swinging to the tree line, narrowing his eyelids and extends his pale yellow fairy hand and halts. He wiggles his fingers, flexing the pale yellow energy fingers and closes his index finger and his thumb around an object. He slowly picks it from the ground and slowly retracts his wave back to his body.

Britton extends his new dark blue fairy hand to a still puddle of rain water with a wicked grin and fold his hand into a cup with the two fingers and thumb. He dips the fairy hand down into the dirty brown water and retrieves a palm-sized portion of the dirty water, retracting his fairy hand back to his face.

Gable retracts his wave, studying his single fairy thumb of lime green with a smile and a tongue of mouth spit. Britton moves and slides his fairy cupped hand to the side and dumps the brown rain water over Gable's skull. The other teens sound with a series of hoots and laughter.

Stad moves and slides his folded fairy pale yellow fingers to Yachel, presenting the red flower. Yachel accepts the flower with her two formed pale blue fairy fingers with a grin and a giggle. The other teens gasp and clap for the young love birds with smiles.

I retract my magenta wave and slap Britton on the arm with a sour frown and a whisper into my palm gem stone. "That was really mean, Britton." Britton continues to chuckle, swinging around with a fist bump to Molfalso.

Kaapo grins into her gem stone to all the fairies, "A very cool manipulation with an object of real water, fairy Britton. Good job with both your fairy hands and fingers, fairies. Class is dismissed."

Enchantment Class ends at 3:57 p.m.

3:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I turn and march from the grass into the building over the wooden floor, avoiding more potholes with a sour frown, rubbing my palm gem stone over my dirty jeans and my dirtier boots. "That is not fun. I don't wanna get puddled or poked either."

Yachel holds Stad by the hand and her flower in the other hand with a giggle and a grin, ensuring Persia's worries. "I'll protect ya, my best friend." She turns and winks at Stad as he chuckles. The moving and mumbling heated teens rub an individual gem stone over a pair of dirty blue jeans and a pair of boots, appearing in a fancy dress and a pair of glossy high heels or a sports jacket with a red fairy cape.

4:02 p.m.

Banquet room setting

5th period Coronation Class

The banquet room door opens. Daffodil stands in the middle of the banquet room, motioning with a smile and a nod to each fairy. "Good afternoon. Come in, fairies. Welcome to coronation class. This class is replacing your gem class." The teens move ahead and moan at different harmonies and different intervals to Daffodil. I don't moan but giggle at their silly song, moving around the empty room. The teens scatter around the empty room which is devoid of the mismatched wooden eating tables, the mismatched chairs, and numerous patched table cloths as they scan the walls. The room is designed in a series of dull beige colors without a window of sunlight. The walls and the ceiling are composed of small half-rounded smooth balls. The floor is the original wooden planks with some additional tiny potholes. A fairy can see and smell the fresh molecules of red dirt from the open potholes.

"Hey! The walls are really walls, ugly walls, not wooden without windows." Eadric points at each wall with a confused brow. "Where's the sun?"

Hadwin frowns, "Hiding from the ugly fifty percent beige ball. What is this place, a new horror setting?"

Gable moves and kicks the pieces of rotten wood around the first hole in the floor. "But, there're still the potholes. Do we have raccoons that live down there?" The other teens sound with a series of giggles and laughs.

I turn and sneer to Gable. "No, we do not have raccoons that live at the Fairy Academy, farting tart. And do not mention alive and breathing raccoons around me, again, fairy Gable." I remembered that the unopened bottle of sulfur pills made me smell like a live raccoon which came from my loving deceptive parents that lived inside the bathroom cabinet for the rest of my academic year as a fairy in Fourth Class.

Nabell holds Eadric's hand and scans the walls. "There's no need for sunlight. The beige bulbs of the rounded walls are illuminating the room. How's that possible, fairies?"

Britton moved into the middle of the room with a chuckle and a grin. "Naw, we did that already about two years ago. And my forehead still stings with pain."

Kuelle moves to a developing teen line with a grin and a chuckle. "Is this a dance?"

"Fairies don't dance." Britton sneers.

"Is this a festival?" Zann grins and hold the hand of Molfalso.

"Fairies don't festival." Stad laughs.

"What do fairies do then?" Gable moves to the middle of the redecorated room with a puzzled brow.

Molfalso holds the hand of Zann and moves to a line of standing teens with a chuckle and a smile. "Go up into the watcher stations after session..."

I side step and slap Molfalso on the arm with a giggle. "Sh!" The other teens snigger with him and their secret too.

"Please come and stand in a straight line over here in the middle of the room." Daffodil says.

Kuelle stops in a semi-line with a sour frown. "What happened to the rotten wooden walls of the banquet room?"

I stand in line and lean into Yachel with a whisper, "How did Apella know to come here and not the real gem classroom?"

"The fairy queen guides her." Yachel stands between Persia and Stad with a chuckle and a smile.

Apella stands in the first position of the semi-crooked line as usual with a smile and a nod. "This is an exact duplication of throne room inside the fairy queen's fairy fort. The walls look like this, beveled and beautiful."

I lean over and touch the wall. "It's rounded like a melon. It's dull beige like my bedroom wall. It's ugly and plain to boot," giggling. I scoot from the wall and slam into the back spine of Britton inside the semi-crooked line, taking my place beside him, dropping and touching his hand with a smile. Britton squeezes her hand with a chuckle and a smile.

Daffodil grins. "Please stand in a line. This is the first step which is very important. This is the fairy queen coronation class to practice your coronation class walk in front of the fairy queen, after the fairy queen coronation parade..."

"Is that without the capital letters of F, Q, C, and C?" Yachel giggles with the teens.

Kuelle frowns. "Can't we just call her, queen? She's the only one we got..."

"And want..." Apella grins.

"And don't want..." Stad fist bumps with Hadwin with a snigger.

Hadwin slams his two palms and his two kneecaps onto the floor and squats, walking forward with a chuckle and a grin. "Walk, walk, walk..."

"Please stand upright in a straight line in the middle of the room and Hadwin too." Daffodil frowns into her palm gem stone. Hadwin stands upright with a chuckle and a smile, elbowing Eadric. Daffodil moves ahead towards Apella.

I lean over and spy down the line of teens as one of the tallest girls within the Third Class. "Apella is first like always. She always stands first in line."

"Because, she's short and can't see behind my fanny." Yachel stands next Persia and holds Stad's hand.

Stad turns and spies on the line with a chuckle. "And Gabbie always stands next to her."

Molfalso turns and spies down on the line of teens with a chuckle, "Because, he's shorter than a ding-ding horse."

Daffodil stops in front of Apella with a smile. "Each fairy must present..."

"Flowers," Stad sneezes for fun with a chuckle. "I am allergic to all of ya'll, so I can't walk the walk of the walk of the..." The other teens sound with a series of giggles and chuckles.

Daffodil grins. "You will be performing an ale and cake presentation..."

"That word is used a lot this year oral presentation, walk presentation, hand presentation..." Gable wiggles both naked hands with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit.

"A pint of ale and a pinch of cake are presented to the fairy queen on her fairy queen coronation walk after the fairy queen coronation parade." Daffodil says.

Kuelle eye rolls and then looks at Daffodil. "Is she going to say that each and every time? Then we'll be here until the fairy queen coronation day, after the fairy queen coronation parade," giggling.

Gable says. "When is the fairy queen coronation walk and parade scheduled?"

Hadwin chuckles, "This year."

Nabell says. "Next year."

Molfalso chuckles, "Now, here."
Stad chuckles, "Never, ever."

Eadric frowns. "Then why are we practicing now, today, right this minute, instead of eating our afternoon yummy snacks? I am hungry and sweaty and tired."

"The fairy queen has ordered a perfectly matched coronation walk." Daffodil nods. "Now, you will be sorted by height. A princess tiara is one inch below or equal with the eyeballs."

Gable frowns, "The eyeballs of what?"

"The eyeballs of the fairy prince, of course, every princess pair up with a prince. I want girl next to a boy like girl, boy, girl, boy, and so on. Then I will assess the height measurement. The fairy queen requests the presentation of evenly matched pairs of a princess and a prince. Or we will have an ugly formation of a tall prince coupled with a taller princess."

"I thought it was a paired handsome prince and an ugly princess." Molfalso chuckles as Zann slaps his chest with a sour frown. Then he chuckles louder with the other male fairies.

Gable giggles. "Is evenly matched, a proper adverb-verb combo?"

Kuelle pats Walcott on the arm with a giggle. "A plus B equals C for child."

Walcott chuckles, turns, and frowns at her nose profile. "Huh?"

Daffodil moves and touches the collar bone of each paired fairy with a smile and a nod. "Gable and Apella are the same height. Excellent, you are the first pair out of the shoot."

"What?" Apella turns and mouth spits evenly with the pair of eyebrows and a nose bridge of Gable.

Gable shuffles to Apella and says with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spits. "I'm her fairy prince, ya'll." The teens laugh.

Apella shifts away and stomps her sandal. "Naw, he ain't. I wanna a real prince..."

Daffodil says. "The fairy princess must be equal to the prince's eyeballs."

"Did she say eyebrows?" Hadwin turns and frowns down at Jackzee's tiara.

Daffodil scoots to the next paired boy and girl in the line with a smile and a nod. "The girl must be equal at her tiara gems with the male eyeballs. This is another fairy couple, who are evenly heighted."

Gable giggles. "Is evenly heighted a proper adverb-verb combo?"

Daffodil sidesteps with a smile and a nod. "Molfalso and Zann are evenly heighted too. This is going very smoothly."

I turn and study the eyeballs of Britton, reaching and standing on my toes. "I'm to be exactly even with your eyeballs, but I am not. You're too tall for me. But I can fix that." I aim my gem stone at my sandals. "I'm too short. No problem. _Riseeme_ , sandals." I grow...naw...my shoes grow taller into a set of shoe platforms and I become even with his eyeballs with a giggle and a grin. "We are evenly mathed now."

Britton turns and sweet breathes into her face with a smile. "Good proper adverb-verb, honey."

"Nabell and Eadric are un-paired." Daffodil frowns at the young fairy couple, who are true fairy boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Is unpaired, a proper something in the fairy language?" Gable giggles.

"Nabell, you are too tall for Eadric, wearing your tiara. You must march with a taller Walcott." Daffodil taps the collarbone of Nabell with a nod and a smile.

Nabell gasps and sneers in the face of Daffodil. "This is my fairy man, not yours or hers or any other female..."

"Nabell, please walk with Walcott." Daffodil turns and taps the collar bone of Walcott with a nod and a smile.

"Naw," Kuelle shakes her curls, cuddling Walcott by the arm. "He's my fairy boy."

Daffodil exhales, "Fairies, please remain both poised and silence. Nabell will walk with Walcott in the fairy queen coronation walk. Kuelle and Walcott are not evenly heighted. Walcott, please swap places with Eadric."

Walcott moves with a nod and does not want to disobey her order or fight with the fairy mentor like Nabell. "Yes ma'am." He slides out and in Eadric's cold spot.

Nabell sidesteps with a sneer into Hadwin and away from Walcott. "I don't wanna dance with him."

"You are not going to dance. You are going to walk in the fairy queen coronation walk for the presentation of a pint of ale and a pinch of cake on the fairy queen coronation day after the fairy queen coronation parade." Daffodil frowns.

Yachel giggles. "She keeps saying that over and over again."

Kuelle tosses both hands into the air with a sour frown. "Fine! As long as, you don't continue to say fairy queen coronation walk on the fairy queen blob. Blob. Blob. Ugh."

Daffodil taps on the collar bone of Kuelle with a smile. "Kuelle and Eadric are evenly heighted."

Kuelle turns and snarls to Eadric. "Do not touch me, anywhere."

"Ditto, fairy tart!" Eadric frowns.

Daffodil sidesteps and gasps to the next paired fairy couple. "Yachel and Stad are evenly heightened."

Yachel had raised the height of her sandals like Persia, meeting his eyeballs with her fairy magic too. She holds Stad by the arm with a giggle and a grin to Daffodil. "Yes ma'am."

Stad smiles, "We are even."

Apella stomps forward from the line, pointing at Yachel with a sneer. "She cheated somehow. Yachel ain't that tall. She..."

"...is evenly heightened. Britton and Persia are evenly heightened too." Daffodil sidesteps with a nod in front of Persia and back steps from the line of fairies.

"Persia cheated too." Apella stomps her sandal, jabbing a finger at Persia.

"Back in line, please." Daffodil claps and extends her arms even with the floor with a smile and a nod to each fairy. "Attention, fairies. Please look at me. I am facing you. However, I would like a line of girls on my right hand from the closed archway. The boys will lineup even with my left hand from the other side of the closed archway." The fairies mumble, swinging and moving back to the archway. The boys line in a semi-crooked stance beside the girls. Daffodil aims and shoots her bright yellow fairy wave from her palm gem stone. Two tables appear on each side of the lines of teens. One table holds numerous small plates, containing a single white frosted tiny cupcake. The second table holds numerous sweaty clear glasses of amber liquid, ale.

Hadwin reaches around Gable, trying to touch of the sweaty glasses. "I'm thirsty. Good thing, she got us some cold ale..." A bright yellow fairy wave slams into the beveled wall, leading a burn spot, missing the wiggling fingers of Hadwin. He gasps, retracting his naked hand, cuddling his fingers with a sneer. "B..."

"Back in line!" Daffodil grins to each fairy. "The shortest fairies will lead from archway, walking down the wall..."

"...and then scrape off some of the ugly beige paint and give to the queen for our non-dancing festival," Molfalso chuckles.

"That's not nice." Britton reaches and holds Persia's hand through the air space with sneer.

"It's funny, thou." I giggle.

Daffodil says via her gem stone. "You will walk to the middle of the room and then turn inwards, walking toward each other and cuddle..." The teen laughs as the dating couples lean and hug each other with a giggle and a smile. Daffodil moans. "I mean to cuddle your two arms over each other..."

Stad laughs. "Holding a cake? That's going to be very difficult, Mentor Daffodil."

Daffodil frowns. "Cuddle your arms over the plate of warm cake or the mug of cold ale above your head..."

Yachel frowns, "Really?"

"Really stupid," Molfalso nods.

"Really dumb," Stad says.

"Really didn't like." Hadwin nods.

Daffodil points to the first two fairies in each fairy line with a smile and a nod. "Let us begin a short practice session with the two fairies in front of each line, fairies Apella and Gable. The tables are present with a set of real mugs of ale and a set of small plates of cake..."

A brownie appears and stands on top of the fake throne stage in silence without a facial expression. "Look, the brownies are here to save the day, yay." Stad jabs a finger at the elevated stage with a grin and a laugh, where Daffodil stands.

"The brownies are here to save the day, hay." Hadwin sings with a smile and a chuckle.

"The brownies are here to save us, farts too." Molfalso sings with a smile and a chuckle.

Daffodil swings around with a sour frown to the brownie. "Class time has expired." She swings back with a smile to the fairies. "I will see everyone tomorrow at this same time. We will practice the walk. So, please remember your assigned position. And remember to smile and be happy too."

Hadwin frowns at the fairy mentor. "Be happy not!" Each teen male reaches out and steals one of the sweaty full glasses of ale, back stepping out the archway and escape into the darkness of the hallway with a chuckle. Daffodil shoots her fairy wave of bright yellow, making the tables and the leftover food items disappear from the banquet room.

Coronation class ends at 4:55 a.m.

4:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I scuddle side to side, wiggling out of the crowd of fairies with a whine and a frown next to Yachel, "I wanted a piece of cake."

"Chill arctic, Persia. It's dessert for tonight. That's why the brownies stampeded onto the throne stage, getting the platters of hot and cold food for us starving fairies. And take a bath, you stink, babe."

I rub my gem stone over my dress and change into my jeans and my boots with a giggle, easily climbing the stairs to the door of my private bedroom. The door opens.

5:53 p.m.

Closet setting

I exit out my door after bathing, wearing a clean shirt and a pair of clean fade and shredded blue jeans. The door closes. I turn and dash through the hallway with Yachel, down the staircase and turn into the dark hallway. Yachel and I race with a set of giggles to the side closet in the dark hallway. The closet leads to the rooftop and watcher station. She and I stop with a set of giggles and smiles. My eyelashes dart side to side for any spying fairy mentors. Clear. The closet door opens. I follow behind Yachel into a lighted room, smelling the nice lumber from last year. My boot prints move and echo up the staircase and slam into a crowd of fairies. And then I gasp and smile.

5:53 p.m.

Watcher Station setting

Moon light with cool temperatures and bright stars

The other teen fairies are laughing and drinking beverages. I elbow through the crowd with a puzzled brow. "There's a table with food and drinks too. Look at this, Yachel!" I struggle around fairies and stand at the table with a smile, grabbing a drink. "Who did this?"

Yachel stares with a sour frown at the table of food. "Yeah, who did this?"

Britton sees Persia, elbowing his way through the crowd and slams his elbow into the back spine of Yachel with an evil grin. "I am sorry. It is overly crowded here tonight. They provided the food and drinks but not extra rest for our legs."

Yachel hits the lip of the wooden table with a sour frown. "Alright, yeah, they did."

Britton slams and wraps both arms around Persia with a smile and a chuckle. "I meant to do that. Let's go upstairs to our cubby hole." I move and cuddle into his green cape with a grin and a giggle. He shuffles them around the other fairies, finally arriving at the bottom of the new staircase.

I gasp and point to the object. "There's a staircase now."

He moves and cuddles up the new staircase with Persia. "Yeah, they don't want the fairies getting hurt. The watcher station on the rooftop is very crowded."

I frown, "They who?"

He turns and moves over the wooden railing along the edge of the rooftop of the school building to their cubby hole.

I turn and gasp, touching the new wooden railing. "A railing for not falling off, getting hurt too."

He chuckles. "Ya learn fast."

"Yes, I do." I lean and tickle his chest with a grin. He swings her around the corner with a grin, moving to their cubby hole. I smile. "Our flag stayed here, during all the summertime days."

"Getting weather beaten like the rest of the school. Yeah, I had to keep it up to claim our hot spot for our hot passion. Or another fairy boy would take it."

I giggle. "Fairy boy doesn't sound right."

He pulls open the ratty curtain of ugly stained dull beige from the cubby hole and enters first, scooting and resting his back spine over the ratty fabric of the long sofa, slapping his chest with a wink and a grin. "I dare ya to touch my fairy boy body now." I move and crawl on top of Britton, standing on my palms and my knees, kissing his chin, lips, nose, and forehead. He flips them over with a growl with his strong legs and arms. I rest on my back spine with a grin and a giggle of excitement of our first hot kissing action. He swings his arm over my legs, aiming and emitting his dark blue wave from his wrist watch.

I gasp. "What are you doing? You're signaling our hideaway." The dark blue wave shoots up in the air and forms a single fairy finger. Then the fairy finger twists and falls down on top of Persia, shifting around her body parts. I giggle and hit his dark blue fairy finger with my hands. His dark blue finger bounces away and hit more of my body parts. I giggle, striking his fairy finger again as his finger tickles new area of my body parts. I pant with a giggle of fun.

He removes his fairy finger with a chuckle and a wink. "I'm tickling you into exhaustion, girl." He wiggles his eyebrows. "Then I'm having my way with you, fairy princess." I pant for breath, tossing my arms around my body with a giggle and a grin. He shoots his dark blue fairy wave into the air again, forming two fairy fingers. The two dark blue fingers fall over Persia, ticking underneath her arm pit and her rib cage. I strike one finger with a giggle, missing the other. Britton chuckles. "Give up!"

"Naw!" I pant for breath and hit his two fairy fingers from my body.

He tickles her neck and her inner leg. "Surrender to me."

I slam his two fingers away from my body part with a giggle, "Naw."

He tickles her belly button and her inner legs with his two fingers with a chuckle and a grin.

I slam away his two fairy fingers, "Never, fairy boy!"

2nd day Fairy Academy

7:39 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Breakfast meal

Warm temperatures with partly clouds

I slowly scuddle with an ugly yawn without covering my mouth, dragging my long cape between the fold of my arm and giggle, turning red with embarrassment of my fun last night inside our cubby hole. I had been tickled into exhaustion, oversleeping this morning. Thank goodness for the ghosts. Captain Robert was roaming the hallways, moaning and groaning about something. Thus, I awaken both to sunshine and to screams.

The banquet room door opens. I scuddle with a grin through the archway and stop, rolling my fanny, sliding into my seat at the fifteen year table with my fellow fairy girls and giggle, darting my eyelashes to my fairy guy.

Daffodil stands on top of the elevated wooden stage as usual with a smile and a nod. "Good morning, fairies. Let us break the bread..."

Britton chews with a laugh, eating with his fairies hairy buddies on the boys' table and does not view Persia. I touch and blow my lips with a grin and gently send an invisible kiss to his cheekbone. Britton continues to chew and laugh with his fairies friends.

Nabell chews and swallows the bread with a stern face. "How did Thurbet destroy all five tall objects with his little tiny ring?" I continue to watch Britton with happy feelings as he drinks and elbows his buddy and does not view Persia.

Apella chews and swallows her bread. "The key is chipping away the excess stone, finding the reflector flakes. The flakes contain awesome potent energy within the stone for use by a fairy, only."

Zann grins. "I'm a fairy," she drinks the beverage.

Kuelle frowns. "How do you know all that fairy flake stuff, Apella?"

Nabell nods. "I know that too from my parents. But my parents didn't demonstrate like burning up five wooden objects with one single fairy wave like yesterday."

The female is a teen fairy of average height and weight with a head of short brown colored hair, a tone of pale tinted skin, and a pair of blue colored eyes. Jackzee frowns. "I don't think my parents could do that with one single fairy wave either like Thurbet in yesterday's class."

Zann grins. "I'm a flake fairy too," she turns and darts her eyelashes at Molfalso as he watches and waves at her with a smile.

Yachel spits out her food with a giggle. "I know that too."

I slap a hand over my giggle from Zann's silly statement, turning to spy on the boys' table. "Molfalso knows that also."

Daffodil grins. "The bread has been broken. Please stand and attend to your first period."

"Class time!" Apella stands with a smile, swinging to the archway, dashing out the banquet room. The banquet room door opens. The teen fairies of Third Class dash from the banquet room, turning and running down the dark hallway for the academic class.

I stand and wrap my fairy cape around my sexy tight dress, igniting my magenta wave, hitting the pothole. Dirt sprays into the air. I slide from the debris, not giving a care. The door closes.

8:04 a.m.

1st period Reflection class

The door opens. Each teen fairy enters into the new room and quietly sits around the odd shaped table, impatiently waiting and watching Thurbet. Thurbet stands in the pretty colorful wall corner with a smirk.

I scuddle faster with the help of my fairy wave, smashing and burning the innocent tiny shards of wood, redecorating more of the rotten wooden floor and halt, rubbing my gem stone over my dress, changing into my jeans and my boots. I dash and run into the classroom with a grin, sitting beside Yachel as she saved me a seat. The classroom door closes.

Thurbet moves away from the wall corner towards the odd table, standing between Apella and Gable with a smile and a nod. "I would guess that every fairy is both intrigued and interested with how I was able to explode all five pieces of wooden steering wheels with one gem stone fairy wave." All the teens present a series of chuckles and nods. "I am a weaver fairy. I can weave fairy dust into a physical shape. Fairy dust is nothing but small particles of gem stone dust or gem stone shavings." Thurbet slides his left hand over the smooth table surface. On his finger is a golden ring inside a golden shell, the gem stone is nasty looking with numerous jagged sharp edges, ending in a spike point like a knife. He says with a smile. "This is my original gem stone which was plucked from the gem cave in fifth class like you, two years ago. The rock was both raw and jagged. I smoothed it down into a pretty gem stone and then created my gem stone shell, a ring. Then I meet the old reflection fairy mentor. He taught us the concept of reflection. Each gem is composed of colors. There is more than one color inside your gem stone. The primary color is red which is called a reflector. The reflector color of red hides inside each gem stone and waits to be discovered by your touch. The reflector flakes are strong, making the wave stronger. In reflection class this year, you will not cleave or saw or grind, but chip. Chip at the stone with your fingernail."

"My fingernail?" Gable looks and stares at his natural pink colored fingernail with a puzzled brow.

Thurbet says. "A fingernail is an extension of your inner material, part protein and very hard. They are similar to claws in animals like cats."

Kuelle frowns. "We don't have cats here anymore in Fairyland."

Thurbet says. "The protein of the nail is also found in hoofs of prancing unicorns, galloping horses, and flying winged steeds."

Gable grins. "Now, you're talking."

"I examined the shape of each gem stone, yesterday. Some are favorable for chipping like the ones that are nothing but polished rocks. Some are unfavorable for chipping like the smooth beautifully faceted gems. No matter. The red reflector flakes are embedded in your stone, small or extra-large."

Stad slaps his hand on Molfalso with a smile, looking down at his gem which is like a rough shiny rock, "Me, extra-large," chuckling.

Thurbet says. "You may begin chipping, using one of your ten fingernails. You can use the thumb nail also."

Britton looks down to examine his fingernails with a sour frown. "I don't have any nails."

Thurbet laughs. "Then you must stop chewing on your fingernail beds like candy and grow some. You will find by the end of the week your fingers will have grown out, showing tiny bits of raw protein. You can shape your nails like the girls. Yachel possesses a beauty set of manicured and clawed fingernails. Her nails are excellent for chipping away her shiny rock."

"Then, Yachel can chip away my rock for the reflector flakes." Gable lifts his lime green cuff link gem stone which is attached to his dress shirt with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit.

"No. It is your personal gem stone, fairy Gable. You must not do the work or do the work. Either way, the reflector red flakes are there to culture. Please begin." Thurbet grins.

Stad chuckles and cuddles his belt to his chest, firmly chipping into the dark brown stone with his index finger nail, flinging his hand around the air waves with a yell. "Ouch. It stung me."

Thurbet smirks. "Yes. You have reflector flakes inside your rock. Congratulations. However, you need a fingernail protein to chip them out. If the skin tissue of your finger touches the reflector flake, it will sting, most assuredly and best painfully. So, be carefully and cautious." Yachel chips away at her pale blue gem stone and gasps, whipping her hand into the air waves too from the pain.

I cuddle a palm into my breast with a sour frown, hiding my pretty magenta gem stone for protection, watching the other fairies grunt and hiss with their finger pain.

Reflection class ends at 9:55 a.m.

9:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I scoot from my stool, heading out the door first and morph into my sexy green gown and my up-do hairstyle, moving to the fairy lore classroom, looking over my bee-hind for Yachel. The other teens mumble and move around slow moving fairy Persia. Then, I slow my walk to the fairy lore classroom, looking over my collar bone for Yachel.

10:01 a.m.

2nd period Fairy Lore Class

The door opens. I stand in the archway with a gasp. The room is filled with my fellow fairies, working on their assigned fairy tale word. Some of the fairies are laughing. Some of the fairies are moaning. Some fairy has country music playing from their individual gem stone, creating a nice distraction in the air waves. Some fairy has pictures, beaming from their individual gem stone also, creating more nice distractions on the walls, the ceiling, and the floor. I slowly scuddle with a sour frown around each reader chair, disturbing the concentration of my fellow fairies without seeing Yachel and stand in front of the class at the wall of colored pictures, snapping my fingers. "Her room. Yeah. Her room. We work inside her room." I stomp out the fairy lore classroom and morph into my jeans and my boots, using my stone. I travel down the dark hallway, turn and march up the staircase of the lighted hallway of the third classmates of girls. The hallways are separated for girls and boys for obvious reasons.

I march down the hall to Yachel's door and stop, knocking and listening. I knock and listen again. I exhale with a puff of annoyance, knocking with continuous rhyme of ugly sounds and listen, tapping on my palm gem stone and slam the blinking tiny girly white bowtie. The bowtie reminds her to work on the fairy tale assignment. I say into my palm gem stone. "Yachel?"

Yachel says via her palm gem stone. "What?"

"I'm at your door, sugar."

Yachel says via her palm gem stone. "I'm not at my door, darling."

"What?"

Yachel says via her palm gem stone. "I'm busy, Persia. See ya in coach flying."

I gasp, watching the white bowtie blink off and on with alarm, "Yeah." I exhale with a puff of frustration, stomping into my room.

10:15 a.m.

4th floor level

Bedroom setting of Persia

The bedroom door opens. I huff and puff entering with a whisper. "Finish this now. Then , I can play with someone, somewhere, somehow, something..." The door closes. I slide and scoot into my reader-chair, gently touching my gem stone over the reader-tray, activating the fairy library file cabinet. The reader-tray is pretty white without a filing cabinet. I gently glide my gem stone over the tray for a second time with a sour frown. The reader-tray is pretty white without black words. I scrape my gem stone over the white tray for a third time. The reader-tray is pretty white without a set of black long sentences. I lift and examine my gem stone with the blinking girly white bowtie. "What's going on here? Ibbie said that we are linked by the bowtie. The bowtie blinks for us to work on the fairy tale word. Ah. I can't work inside my private bedroom. Yes. I course. I remember I must work in the fairy lore classroom. It's too loud down there." I snap my fingers. "I can work in the fairy library also. Yes." I stand, swinging to my door. The door opens.

10:29 a.m.

Hallway setting

I turn and race down a lighted hallway, down the holey staircase, skipping over each rotten pothole with a giggle, "A new one." I jump over and down from the last two steps, landing on my boot toes with a snigger and scan an empty dark hallway. I turn and run down the dark hallway, turning and sliding through the open archway of the fairy library and stop inside the library. The fairy library is both empty and quiet. My gem stone stops blinking with the bowtie alert too as I nod with a smile.

10:34 a.m.

Fairy Library

I stomp further into the room alone. I am so mad at Yachel and whisper in angry for my eardrums only, except the freaking ghosts can hear too. "We're supposed to work on our school project together which is not separated or separate or split or apart. Ugh." I stop at the white wall, holding the letter 'H' for the fairy tale word, humans. This is our school project which will be presented at the end of the term by Yachel and not me. "Yeah, that worked really good last year too. Whatever." I lift and hold my palm gem stone to the plastic file, seeing movement from my right peripheral eyeball and swing my face, seeing any empty archway. And then my eyeballs shift down to the floor. A brownie stands inside the archway.

I smile, "Hey, brownie." I gasp and scan the room. "Do you need to clean the library? Except, the library doesn't contain any moveable objects like a set of repaired dirty dishes or a stack of old stinky books." I look down with a confused brow to see the brownie. The brownie stands without moving or speaking. I bend down at my kneecaps, examining the brownie with a smile. "Are you new here? Are you lost in here? You can stay with me if ya like. I don't bite." The brownie is very short with a set of two fat arms and two fat legs, wearing a pair of worn sandals over its naked three toes. It stands at one foot tall with a head of really short blonde hair, covering its brown face with a pair of two blue eyeballs. "You look very look a newbie, maybe." I smile. Another brownie with a head of long blonde hair that is tied in a ponytail, going down its back spine stops and stands inside the archway, reaching and grabbing the young brownie's hand and tugging it away from Persia.

I stand upright from the floor with a wave and a grin. "Bye, brownie! See ya later." I turn and view the filing cabinet, exhaling with a puff of frustration of my...naw...her work assignment. I side step and stomp over to the wall that holds the letter B, lifting my gem stone and shoot a tiny magenta ray into the filing cabinet, producing many tiny sparks of pretty colors of pink, yellow, red, green, blue, silver, and others. The file is dumping the data down into my palm shell for my curiosity. I whisper for my eardrums only. "I don't feel like working on Yachel's school project. She's got the end of the year to gather datum on humans. This is only the second day of the Fairy Academy." The pretty colors halt. "I guess, it's done." I jerk my palm from the file, feeling hotness of the heated gem stone and the golden chain around my fingers. "Whatever." I ignore both the pain on my hand and in my heart, turning and stomping to one of the reader-benches, sliding inside the middle section alone again. I exhale with a puff of annoyance and gently press my gem stone on the long reader-table, allowing all the data to duplicate over the table surface for my curiosity and not her school project.

Black colored words, sentences, and colored photographs dump, overlay, and cover all three reader-tables. I exhale with a puff of annoyance, closing my eyelashes. "Too much data from the dump," then I giggle. I slam my fingers over the data, wiping words, sentences, and photographs out of my eyesight while my mental neurons absorb some of the information and gasp, staring at the horrible picture. There are numerous sets of four fingers and thumbs twisted around a set of vertical iron bars like a gang of prisoners. The fingers are dark skinned colors. There are numerous pairs of eyeballs with a set of white and colored irises, staring out from the darkness of the horrible photograph. I wipe the remaining information away from the scary photograph and enlarge with my bizarre intrigue. The photography shows on the each wall, the ceiling, and the floor.

I look up with a puzzled brow to see the far wall. "Where is this in Fairyland? Who is this in Fairyland? What fairy mind did this come from here in Fairyland?" All the housed gem stones inside the fairy library come from all dead and gone fairies. Each gem stone had recorded the fairy's personal life, starting the day he or she touched the rock inside the gem stone cave at the school and then until his or her death. Then the dead fairy's gem stone is stored inside the fairy library for the live and breathing fairies to study, learn, and review.

A cold breeze blows across my naked neck, where my hair is in my cute up-do that covers my rear skull, hiding behind my tiara. I shiver and shake, sweeping the horrible photograph from the reader-table with both my hands. The far wall turns white again. I exhale with a puff of concern, wiping my mental mind of the terrible image. I lift and place my gem stone over the white reader-table, gently touching the mini-file cabinet for the letter of H. The three reader-trays fill with tons of black words, long sentences, and colored photographs that represent the letter of H. I scan the data and swish my fingers over some of the photos, studying each piece, saying for my eardrums only. "Okay. Fairies lived in the top trees and then musky caves and then the wet river banks. Then they lived in houses, made of wood. So where are the humans in Fairyland?"

Captain Robert enters and floats from the plastic wall with a smile to the fairy at the reader-table. "Not under the word humans."

I turn and frown at Captain Robert. "Where is the word humans which is not under the letter H then and which is located inside the library walls somewhere, dude?"

"Where is it then?" He smirks.

I frown. "Yeah, where is it then, man?"

"Not tattling," He moves and floats backward with a smile to Persia.

"Fine, be a bad sport...spirit..." I giggle and frown. Captain Robert disappears into the wall, leaving the library. I whisper. "Okay, start over. Naw, stare at the pictures." I turn and stare at the pictures, hunting for a human face. I will recognize a human face, since a human skull doesn't have a glittering tiara or a gleaming halo like a fairy princess or prince with a giggle.

" _Persia, it's time for coach flying class. Come on! Let's go!"_ Yachel says via her palm gem stone.

I look up and stare at the far wall, showing the colored pictures of numerous other objects but humans with smile. "Yeah," I wipe the reader-tables with my hands clean for the next fairy student with a giggle, "Yeah." I stand, swinging and moving through archway, down the dark hallway alone and move forward towards the front door-less archway of the fairy school building with a sour frown, "Yeah."

Fairy Lore Class time ends at 10:56 a.m.

10:58 a.m.

3rd period Coach Flying Class

Bench and table setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine and few clouds

I follow my fellow fairies through the broken doors of the archway, moving to the eating bench for my coach flying class. I am not volunteering to drive or ride. I plan to be an eating spectator, sliding over the bench seat, grabbing food from the sliding food trays for my empty plate.

Hamilcar stands and moves down from the front porch, attaching his burnt orange fairy wave at one of the hidden coach among the white clouds. The coach lands in front of his boot toes. He enters and flies around with his wild bird flying and lands in front of the wooden platform like yesterday, sliding out of the driver seat without a smile. "Who will...?"

Gable stands and chews with a giggle and a tongue of mouth salvia. "Me." He back steps from the bench and moves around the table to the coach.

Hamilcar says via his bracelet gem stone. "Who are the four brave fairies today?"

Britton laughs and spits his food over his plate and his buddies. "Molfalso will. Go, Molfalso!"

Hamilcar says. "I would like four different brave fairies today which do not include Molfalso, Zann, Yachel, and Persia. Please stand and present yourself before me!"

Hadwin stands, gulping his beverage and burps with a grin. "I will. Get up, Walcott. Eadric, you get up too!"

Eadric grabs the hand of Nabell into his chest with a whisper into her ear. "Let's go and kiss in the back seat like Molfalso did yesterday." She stands with a giggle and a grin.

Hamilcar says. "Very good, four brave fairies. Please get into the rear bench of teaching coach."

Gable slides into the driver seat, tapping the dashboard with his fingers. "I'm ready."

Hamilcar says. "I am not. All fairies must where both a skull helmet and a body webbing in case..."

Walcott slides into the middle of the rear bench seating with a worried brow to Hamilcar, "In case of what, sir?"

"In case of Gable," Hadwin shoves a body next to Britton with an evil chuckle, grabbing and holding the frame of a missing door.

Hamilcar aims and emits his burnt orange fairy wave, surrounding his body and the teens and activates a set of embedded webbing straps from the worn leather and a set of the skull helmets over the teens for safety. He turns and sits in the front passenger seat. "Please lift the coach from the ground, Gable."

"Okay." Gable rubs his lime green cuff link on his dress shirt. His lime green wave shoots out and covers his boot heels, knees, hips, and waist.

Hadwin frowns. "Cover thyself and thy coach and thy me, Gabbie."

His lime green wave covers his shoulders. "I am trying..."

Walcott pulls the webbing around his body and shakes his helmet with a sissy whine. "I wanna get off and outta of the coach, Mentor Hamilcar."

Hamilcar smirks, "Too late, Walcott! You and I will both enjoy the ride today as the happy and fearless fairy passengers."

Hadwin pulls on the webbing too, exhaling with a huff of defeat, shaking his skull helmet. "I am a ding dong."

Gable rubs his gem stone, covering his skull and his hair roots. "It's a ding-ding like a horse."

Walcott chuckles, "Yup! There're four ding dongs in the rear of the coach today as unhappy and fearful fairy passengers." His lime green wave finally surrounds the coach.

"Gable, you are set to fly with injury. Fairies heal very fast, ya'll." Hamilcar chuckles via his bracelet gem stone. The other teens gasp.

Eadric hugs Nabell, yelling via his gem stone from the rear seat. "Don't drive too fast, Gable. Take your time, fairy fart." Gable rubs his cuff link as the coach shakes from the ground, slowly sails over the tall weeds to the thicket of trees in the north direction of the school building.

Hamilcar says. "Turn to your left, Gable."

"Turn the wheels," Hadwin chuckles.

"What wheel?" Gable frowns.

"Turn around." Walcott laughs.

"Turn the key," Hadwin chuckles.

"What key?" Gable touches the golden dashboard for a key with a confused brow.

"Turn the page," Eadric chuckles.

"What page?" Gable frowns.

"Turn the table." Nabell giggles.

"Turn into the wind." Walcott yells.

"Where's the wind blowing from?" Gable rotates his face side to side inside the window-less coach with a puzzled brow.

"Turn 180 degrees." Nabell giggles.

"Turn the clock," Hadwin chuckles.

"Turn off the lights." Eadric shouts.

"Ah. I'm scared." Walcott laughs.

"Turn into springtime." Nabell giggles.

"Turn black," Hadwin chuckles.

"Turn back." Eadric shouts.

"Turn white." Nabell giggles.

"Walcott's scared." Eadric laughs.

Hadwin chuckles, "Turn it on."

"Turn me on." Eadric leans to Nabell with a whisper as she giggles.

"Turn to the right." Walcott laughs.

Gable stops rubbing his gem stone. The coach slowly drops to the grass. "I go to the right?"

"Quiet, boys," Hamilcar sneers. "Go to the left, Gable." Hadwin and Walcott fist bump with a chuckle and a smile. Gable rubs the gem stone, turning the coach to the left and straights the transport over the flat ground, facing the elevated coach obstacle course, exhaling with a huff of fear. Hadwin exhales with a huff of fear too. Walcott exhales with a huff of fear also.

Eadric cuddles Nabell, pecking her cheekbone with a whisper and a grin. "I'll save ya, darling."

"Ya better." Nabell exhales with a puff of fear too. Gable rolls his cuff link to the left. The lime green wave banks sideways, turning into the building. The platform and eating table rise above the watcher station on the rooftop, holding the other teens as they watch the coach fly into the clouds.

Molfalso sit next to Zann on the floating platform, chews and swallows his food with a grin. "That boy is truly dangerous."

Gable rubs his gem stone cuff link faster. The coach slides sideways along the flat ground.

Hamilcar says via his gem stone to Gable, "Slow down, Gable." The other teens, sitting at the table, laugh then eat, watching the coach.

Eadric growls via his gem stone to Gable. "Level out the coach, fart."

Walcott sneers via his gem stone to Gable. "Fly higher, Gable into the clouds, not over the weeds." The coach parallels the grass and hits the two foot high shrubs, tossing pieces of greenery over the rear seat of the fairy passengers. Gable rubs his lime green gem stone with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. Walcott bats down the pieces of flying leaves and shrub stems. "Go over the shrubs, not through them, Gable."

Nabell bats down the drifting leaves and shrub stems too. "Get higher, fairy fart."

Hadwin yells via his gem stone. "Each field is higher and taller than the others one. Watch out, Gable." The other teens sit at the eating table on top of the air born platform laugh and eat, watching the sideways flying coach of Gable.

Eadric laughs. "Don't kill the butterflies, Gable."

"Shoo. Shoo, butterfly." Gable says via his gem stone, using his free hand to whack the flock of pretty butterflies. The coach flies sideways.

"Don't kill us, Gable." Eadric says via his gem stone.

"The flowers are mowed, now, mommy," Hadwin chuckles.

"Woo, we made it through the flowers and butterflies," Nabell smiles. The other teens sit at the eating table on top of the air borne platform laugh and eat the lunch meal, watching the flying coach of Gable. Gable hits the wooden fence, splitting it into numerous kindle pieces.

Eadric sneers into his gem stone. "Don't kill the wooden fences, either, Gable."

"Here come the bees." Walcott slaps the bees with his hands without harming the insects. "Pow, pow, the bees are dead, now, mommy," laughing.

"The bees are mad." Hadwin slaps the bees with his hands too.

"The honeysuckles are mad, too. They're flying into the coach." Eadric sits on the end of the door-less coach, grabbing a handful of honeysuckles and hands to Nabell with a grin. They both strip down and suck out the sweet juice with a grin.

"The vines are all trimmed down to the nub now, mommy." Hadwin grabs and sucks on the honeysuckles with a laugh and a silly grin.

Gable flies up the tree bark.

"Don't steer into the trees, Gable." Eadric frowns. "Steer over the tree tops." The other teens sit at the eating table on top of the air borne platform laugh and eat, enjoying the wild bird flight show from Gable.

"Ah, we hit the dang trees." Hadwin says into his gem stone.

"Naw, we missed the trees. We're lying upside down inside the car, dummy." Nabell says into her gem stone. The other teens sit at the eating table on top of the air borne platform and gasp at the flying coach of Gable. The coach sails parallel to the trees and turns upside down. Nabell exhales into her gem stone. "We're upside down, fairy fart, ya know...."

"Abandon ship. Abandon ship." Hadwin smiles into his gem stone.

Inside the floating picnic table, Kuelle gasps and points the coach in the far distance. "Look! There're bodies falling from the coach rooftop."

Britton laughs "I didn't know a coach could fly inverted."

Zann grin. "It can't."

"Ah, too bad! Gable might have started a new flying trend, tree climbing in a coach." Stad laughs.

Yachel stirs her soup with a giggle and a grin. "There ain't no coach rooftop. These bodies are falling out of the coach, abandoning the ship. Gable can't driver. I ain't ever riding with him, forevermore." She sips the soup.

Inside the coach, a set of falling bodies ignite an individual colored gem stone fairy wave, leaping and crouching on top of the wave as each fairy waves flies away from the coach back to the school. The coach has landed on top of the trees, upside down. Hamilcar says via his gem stone as he is webbed into his seat for safety, hanging upside down inside the stationary coach. "Class is dismissed for today. Gable, do not retract your wave..." The air borne platform turns and lands on the dry dirt with a puff of clouds. The other teens laugh, standing and swinging from the lunch table to the entrance doors of the school.

Inside the floating picnic table with food trays, Kuelle stands upright the bench with a laugh. "I believe fairy Gable has failed coach flying class, foreverly."

I turn and watch the coach hang and stick inside the thick numerous tree limbs and eat, feeling sorry for poor Gable.

Apella sits at the eating table with a sour frown and a matching tone. "Gable is an idiot in the fairy family. I'm so ashamed." She eats and chews the food.

"Let's go and get Hamilcar, before he kills Gable." Molfalso stands and releases his crimson wave, stomping over a flat and steady wave, lifting from the dirt and flying to the tree line with a chuckle for the fairy rescue.

Britton stands, dropping down the damaged utensils over the repaired plate with a ting and a grin, turning and moving to Persia and stops. I turn and smile, grabbing his hand to stand, moving with him to the set of broken entrance door with a smile and a chuckle with my fairy guy. "I feel sorry for Gable."

"I feel more sorry for Walcott, Hadwin, Eadric and Nabell." He chuckles and moves off the platform of food and drinks as the brownies appear and clean up the meal.

"You should go and help too." I turn and see the colored fairy waves reach the stranded coach.

"Naw! They ain't my hairy and fairy friends," He moves up the steps through the broken doors and down the dark hallway.

I gasp. "We are all fairy friends here at the Fairy Academy."

He struts to the classroom with a sour frown. "Naw, not all fairy and hairy friends here..."

Coach Flying Class ends at 12:55 p.m.

1:03 p.m.

4th period Enchantment and Gem Class

The door opens. I move first through the dark tunnel and emerge, seeing the other fairies as they gather around the fairy mentor.

Oviv stands in the middle of the room behind the peeling wall paint. "Good morning, fairies. Today, you will sail and soar your fairy wave over the dirt about two inches and then target a stationary object on the ground. You will knock away a stationary object from your fairy finger or fingers walking path. Now, the object will land somewhere, maybe not on your neighbor either."

"Like Gabbie?" Britton laughs.

Oviv moves and swings to the archway, scooting around the chips of flaked concrete to the outdoors, "Outside for our fairy exercise."

Britton escorts her through the archway behind the crowd of other teens.

Outside dry grass and red dirt setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

Oviv stops and stands to the side in the patches of dirt and grass, watching the teens slowly move down the steps from the auditorium, saying with a smile into her throat choker gem stone. "Please select a lane. There are exactly nineteen lanes for nineteen fairies. Each lane is the same distance and context. Pick one quickly. So we can begin our class." The teens scatter and pose in front of a walking lane.

I shove Yachel to the end of the row, picking the next to last lane. Yachel stops and flutters her cape, narrowing the eyelashes at the objects with a puzzled brow. "What are we doing today?"

Oviv says into her gem stone. "You will walk down a simple foot path, shoving the small piles of stuff out of your way with your newly developed fairy wave finger or fingers. Your fairy wave hand formation is newly created, thus you might form more appendages today. This is an exercise to strengthen the individual protrusions at the end of your wave. The wave itself is strong based on your inner guts of fairy talents. However, an attachment, if you will which you created yesterday, will weaken the wave on the very end. The attachment is like a hang nail, short and painful. Please strut or stroll down your lane, taking the entire time of the class. Walk and slug at pile of objects, exercising your weak fairy fingers and fairy thumb, if you have one. The walking course is one fourth of a mile. Once you have finished whacking your objects which will take the entire call time, please return back to the building by walking backward or forward or sideways. Some of the lagging fairies will be sliding their stuff into your foot path, so practice shoveling it right back into their lane. Go."

I step between our lanes, walking with Yachel with a sour frown. "Why's Kaapo here too? This is all related to waves, surfing, and banging objects. Where is the enchantment part of our class?"

Kaapo stands next to Oviv and says into her bracelet hunter green gem stone. "Your fairy hand will easily toss the object away from your feet. But add your fairy power and the fairy charm whackium objecto, you will make the objects fly off the ground, landing in a far, far distance from both your boot toes and your neighbor's boot toes too."

Yachel slides next to Persia, slowly walking in the dirt between the lanes too. "Where do get these silly word combinations? Whackium objecto, does it come from the hardened bread crusts?"

I pose my palm in front of the foot path, aiming my gem stone at the first object. "Hmm! I ate the bread crusts, this morning. I didn't feel any letters in the crunch. Is that a pile or stack of objects?"

Yachel grins. "I see a short stack like a pyramid of yellow sawdust. Scatter it."

I release my magenta tinted fairy wave, touching the object with my single fairy fingernail of magenta. "I don't really need to whackium the objecto. The sawdust is soft and fluttering already from the slight breeze." The sawdust stack flies into the air and scatters. I giggle. "Britton tickled me with his new fingers last night, during our kissing time inside the watcher station."

"Stad has three fingers." Yachel giggles.

I slap a hand over my giggles with embarrassment and walk to the second object. "I see a short stack of leaves, green and dried."

Yachel slams her pale blue fairy fingers into the tall stack. "Flick it."

I shove my walking single fairy fingernail into the soft pile of leaves. The tree leaves stir from the ground, flying everywhere and into other fairy lanes. I walk with a smile. "It felt good."

"Yeah, it felt good too, last night," she giggles.

I stop at the second stack with a confused brow. "I see a pile of flower petals. Okay. They ran out of trees." I scan the landscape, both barren and sparse.

She slams her pale blue fairy fingers into the soft pile of petals with a giggle. "Fling 'em."

I shove my fairy single finger into the soft petals. They fling side to side all over the place. Then some of the petals return back into my lane. I walk further down the dirt lane with a smile. "I felt the breeze."

She giggles. "Yeah, I felt the breeze too, last night."

I halt at the third pile of objects. "Ugh! Are these really a pile of various dead lizards and frogs?"

"Yeah. They died from the nightly flooding, they came from the woodlands."

"Who touches the dead things?"

She says. "The brownies haul them from the drowned landscape for our daily academic activities."

I nod. "Lob 'em?"

Yachel grin, "Yeah. Lob 'em into Apella's foot path."

"I don't think my fairy magic goes over that far from here. How about into Gable's foot path from here? He doesn't get mad or beat ya face like Molfalso or Stad."

"Very good point!" Yachel slams her two pale blue fairy fingers into the soft pile of dead creatures. The lizards and frogs fly into the air, landing ahead of Gable as he is behind her finger progression.

I shove my fairy fingernail into the pile. "Ugh! My finger feels the sticky wet dead of the critters first and then the away flight second. My lizards and frogs scatter side to side into dirt, not very far." I walk to the next pile of objects with a giggle. "Felt tickled."

"Yeah, it tickled too, last night." She walks to the next pile of objects with a grin.

I laugh. "This is too easy for my fairy powers. I can blast piles of stuff all day long."

She stops at the next pile of wood. "It'll get more complex and complicated, Persia."

I say. "A short stack of tree twigs."

"Burn it." She aims and shoots out a single fairy wave instead of her fairy fingers at the tender wood pile.

"Burn it?" I look over behind my collar bone with a worried brow to see one of the fairy mentors. "Can we do that?"

The gray smoke rises into the sky. Yachel walks down her foot path with a laugh and a nod. "Just did."

I turn and walk down my foot path with a sour frown. "You're mean like Britton, Yachel. And you broke the rules like Molfalso also. And..." I exhale with a puff of frustration, slamming my fairy finger into the pile of soft twigs. It scatters side to side with ease. I halt at the stack of rocks. "Rock it."

"Just don't say that I am like Apella in any weight, form, or voice. Yeah. Rock it." Yachel slams her two pale blue fairy fingers into the pile of rocks. The objects fly up into the air and land far away from the other fairies.

I slam my magenta fairy fingernail into the small pile of rocks. The rocks tumble into the dirt but not out of my foot path. "I do need to use the fairy charm. _Whackium objecto_ , rocks!" I retract my fairy finger and move it forward, slamming my magenta finger into the rocks. The rocks soar into the skyline and fall over the tree tops. "Wow. This really works greatly."

Yachel stops at the last item with a laugh. "A stack of clothes. Where's the hat? Do we wear the clothes instead?"

I walk and halt my fairy finger in front of the stack of tall clothes. "Naw. Sock it."

"Yeah! Sock it." Her pale blue fairy fingers smash into the clothes as each item flies up into the air, landing over the trees branches and plant shrubs.

I slam my fairy fingernail into my stack of clothes too. The clothes sail into the air, landing on the ground near the trees. I toss my arms with a victory smile as my fairy fingernail lifts to the clouds, coloring the white into an array of sparkling purple and blue tones. "We are done. Yay!"

Yachel tosses her arms in the air as her pale blue fairy fingers hit the clouds, twinkling in pretty colors too. "Yeah. We are done."

Oviv says into her gem stone. "When you reach the last stack of objects, flinging from your pathway, you should turn around. You will see where your fairy neighbors have re-flung their individual objects back into her personal lane. So you will walk back, re-flinging the trash from your lane. Go."

I swing around and gasp with a sour frown, exhaling with a puff of annoyance. "Ugh, my fairy flight lane holds dead lizards, twigs, rocks, and individual pieces of ugly clothing, again."

Yachel swings around with a sour frown and a nod. "Geez! We do it, again."

Enchantment and Gem Class ends at 3:55 p.m.

3:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

"Ugh! That enchantment outdoor exercise was really both dirty and sweaty. I stink. I hope I stink so badly that Daffodilly allows me to leave the pretend throne room from the pretend coronation walk as an actually coronation walker." I slowly walk from the outside into the auditorium, rubbing my gem stone over my dirty jeans. I change into my sexy dress, scuddling around the potholes.

Yachel giggles, rubbing her gem stone over her sweat and dirty clothes. She changes into her fancy gala gown, waddling down the dark hallway. "That won't work. Hadwin smells, all the time. He's still in fairy class with us, all the time too."

I giggle. "Good point! I don't think any of the fairies are happy about attending coronation class again today."

4:05 p.m.

5th period Coronation Class

Banquet room setting

I stand in the crowd of teens at the open archway, not being able to advance into the empty room. The room is decorated in the half-shaped balls in dull beige again. I slide into my fairy girl line, elbowing my way through until I am standing beside my fairy guy. Britton leans over and grabs Persia's hand with a smile and a chuckle.

Daffodil stands on top of the elevated wooden platform with a smile and a nod, holding her arms parallel to the floor and points her hands on each side of the archway. "Please assume two lines. Girls will be on my right hand. Boys will be on my left." The girls scoot around, getting in a semi-crooked vertical line. Some of the girls stand parallel to their boyfriends, giggling and holding hands. The boys stand beside their girlfriends with a chuckle. Daffodil nods. "Excellent. Apella and Gable are first in line. Come forward, Apella and Gable. You will grab a plate for the cake from the side table, coming from the fairy princess or a glass of ale from the other side table along the table from the fairy prince." The teen points the first fairy couple with a sound of sniggers.

Apella grabs the plate, holding it in front of her green fancy ball gown with a sour frown. "I wanna walk with someone else." Gable looks down at the sweaty glass, dripping water droplets between his ten fingers, moving and running his shoulder into Apella. She wobbles side to side, dropping the plate down to the wooden floor. The cake without the plate magically floats into the air underneath a crimson wave and is saved. The plate is caught by a bright yellow wave of Daffodil and is saved. The other teens laugh. A crimson wave retracts to Molfalso, carrying the tiny cake and tears half of it, feeding with his fairy fingers the other half to Zann across the empty aisle as she chews with a giggle.

Daffodil frowns. "This is not working." She shoots her wave at empty wall, creating a second false archway which is covered in dull beige half-balls on the other side of the room. "We should enter with a new walking path for the girl fairies. Please all fairy princesses shift over to the new archway."

Gable holds the wet and slippery mug with a sour frown. "That's a reoccurring theme, this year." The mug slips between his two moist hands down to the floor.

Britton laughs. "That's a new reoccurring theme, this year." The teens laugh.

Daffodil shoots her bright yellow wave, forming two fairy fingers and a fairy thumb, picking up the broken mug. Her fairy finger and thumb lift and carries the broken mug pieces back to the kitchen on the far side of the room through the open archway and sucks back into her palm gem stone. She smiles at each teen, "This is an example of flexible appendages, fairies. Now, back to the coronation walk, the girls will occupy the newly formed second archway. Go. Get moving now." Each gal releases a hand of her fairy guy as each one turns and moves out the real archway and form a second vertical line in front of the fake archway with a lobby space behind the butthole. A bright yellow fairy wave captures and slides the table of cakes to the fairy females as she says with a nod and a smile to each fairy. "Let's start again. Come forward, Apella and Gable. Grab your gift and slowly walk along the edge of the wall. When you reach the center, turn towards each other, walking and holding your gift. When you reach the center together, turn and face me. I am the pretend fairy queen for the date. You will both walk forward and kneel, lifting the gift over your hair roots."

"Dang! All that for a piece of cake." Yachel stands inside the newly created lobby space, straddling between the rear skull of each fairy to see Daffodil and the stage, saying with a yell and a laugh.

"I wanna be the pretend fairy queen too. Can I have piece of cake too?" Stad stands in the original fairy guy line with a laugh and a smile to Daffodil.

"The cake is for the fairy queen, not you, Yachel." Daffodil frowns.

"She's fat and short. She don't need any more pieces of cake and sweet tasting ice cream." Hadwin laughs.

Daffodil raises and holds both arms even with the stage, pointing a finger at each fairy line with a smile and a nod. "Please start again, Apella and Gable!" Apella reaches and grabs a plate of cake with a smile, moving forward down the bubble-shaped beige wall. Gable stands at the table, looking down at the group of sweaty mugs, grabbing one and takes two steps. Apella is turning the corner to the middle of the room. Daffodil frowns. "Stop! Gable, you must evenly walk with Apella. Please return your fairy person and the cake back to the table, Apella. Please let us start all over again, Apella and Gable. You are to watch each other strides, walk at the same time."

Gable spins around with a sour frown, replacing the mug of sweaty ale on the table, turning and staring at Apella. "Evenly walk, evenly matched, does anyone have a fairy grammar diagram handy?" He stands in the fairy guy line, watching Apella. She reaches and grabs the cake. Gable reaches and grabs the ale. She slowly walks down the wall, looking at Gable. Gable slowly walks down the opposite wall, looking at Apella. Molfalso releases his wave into a tiny crimson ball, rolling it over the potholes on the wooden floor. The wave ball hits the rear boot heels of Gable. Then Molfalso retracts his wave back swiftly with a chuckle and a grin. The watching teens sound with a soft giggles and chuckles. Gable hisses from the attack of the heated object and wobbles his hands with the sweaty glass. The mug falls and breaks over the floor. The other teens laugh. Hadwin reaches and steals two mugs of ale, giving one to Stad as they clank the glass with a chuckle and drain it swiftly.

Daffodil frowns. "Gable, can you not walk upright?"

"I sorry. I tripped." Gable stands, rubbing his cuff link lime green wave over his wet clothes.

Daffodil shoots her bright yellow wave of fairy fingers, retrieving the broken glass again, sending it into the kitchen along the side door again as her fairy fingers return and suck back into her palm gem stone. Hadwin returns the two empty mugs in the rear of the table behind the full mugs with a chuckle. Daffodil turns and smiles at Gable and Apella. "Please start again, fairies Apella and Gable." Apella holds her plate, swinging around to the fairy girl line and stop, slowly spinning around, watching Gable. Gable spins around to the fairy guy line and stops, swinging around and reach and grabs another glass of ale, walking along the wall, watching his big feet. Daffodil watches Gable. Yachel releases her pale blue fairy wave into a tiny ball, rolling the tiny ball underneath Apella's long dress. The hot wave ball hits and heats the naked legs of Apella. Apella screams, trips, and falls face down into the cake, saving a busted lip. The watching teens sound with a series of hoots and laughter. Hadwin reaches and steals four more mugs of ale, handing to his fairy buddies with a chuckle as they drain the cold liquid quickly. Daffodil frowns. "Apella, why can't you walk in a straight line this afternoon?"

Apella stands, removing and rubbing her gem stone earring over her wet sour face and her sweet smelling clothes of vanilla frosting with a meek timber. "I don't know." The watching teens laugh. Hadwin returns the four empty mugs to the rear of the table behind the full mugs with a burp with satisfactory.

Daffodil frowns at Apella and Gable, shooting her bright yellow fairy fingers at the broken plate and messy cake and frosting for a third time, lifting and toting the ruined into the kitchen for a third. "Please start again for the third time, fairies Apella and Gable."

Apella swings around, walking to the front of the fairy girl line with a sneer at each princess. "I felt something."

"They're called your feet, used to walk in a straight line, fairy princess." Nabell leans over and laughs at Apella. Apella spins around and stops in the front of the fairy girl line, watching Gable. He returns to the first position in the fairy guy line and reaches and grabs the ale. She reaches and grabs the plate of cake. They move down the wall without any unnatural disturbance, turning and facing each other, walking to the center of the banquet room. Apella swings her face with a sneer to see each girl, trying to figure out who sent the heated wave ball. Gable stops and faces Apella with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. Apella scan the line of girls with a sneer and slams into Gable. Hadwin reaches and steals six more mugs of ale with a chuckle and hands to his buddies as they drain the liquid quickly. Gable falls backward not saving the ale but his clothes. Apella wobbles side to side, falling to the side, holding her plate of cake as the wave of Gable swings to the falling ale into the air, missing and hits the far wall of bubble shapes with a spark of green and black fire. Gable giggles with a mouth spit. The ale lands on top of Apella. Hadwin returns the six empty mugs of ale to the rear of the table behind a set of empty mugs with a chuckle.

Apella stands, touching her wet curls and looking down at her wet clothes with a lady sneer. "I'm going to kill you, Gable." She leaps, slapping her two folded fists into Gable's chest. Gable fall backward and hits the floor with his sissy screams of pain.

The watching teens shout. "Fight, fight, fight..." Hadwin steals the rest of the filled mugs of ale and hands to his buddies as they enjoy slowly drink, watching the fighting fairies.

Britton yells, "Fight. Fight..." Each fairy gal reaches and steals every plate of cake, eating the sweet treat, watching the fighting fairies too.

Daffodil frowns, slamming her bright yellow wave between Apella and Gable. "Halt. Get up from the floor. We are fairy princesses and princes not...not fighting wee farts." The watching teens laugh. Apella falls backward on her fanny with a sneer and stands with a growl, rubbing her gem stone earring over her wet clothes, turning and moving to the front of the fairy girl line and stops, facing Daffodil. Gable stands and rubs his cuff link lime green gem stone over his semi-dry clothes with a sneer, turning and moving back to the front of the fairy guy line.

Daffodil exhales. "We start again. Please come forward very slowly, Apella and Gable." Yachel laughs. "My feet hurt for standing so long. Hurry up, fairy farting Apella!"

Gable stands with a sour frown, facing Daffodil and reaches for the ale on top of the table with a gasp. "There're no filled glasses of amber ale over here, Mentor Daffodil. I only see zillions of empty sweaty glasses of nothing. Someone stole the ale. Do ya want me to carry an empty one, Mentor Daffodil?" The watching teens laugh.

Apella turns and reaches for the plate with a gasp. "The cakes are gone too." She swings around, seeing the white sticky frosting over the top lips of each smile of each fairy girl, saying with a lady sneer. "Someone stole and then ate all the sticky white frosted sweet cakes, Mentor Daffodil?" All the watching teens chuckle.

Kuelle frowns. "Don't be a fairy tattle tale, Apella!"

Yachel laughs. "Ya know when a fairy tattles, she grows a real fairy's tail, green long, pointy?"

Daffodil eye rolls and exhales to see each wicked fairy. "Class is dismissed." The teens cheer as her fairy wave captures and carries both tables from two different archway back into the kitchen, sucking back in the wave into her palm gem stone. They swing around, moving out the open archway and down the dark hallway to each sleeping room.

Coronation Class ends at 4:50 p.m.

4:52 p.m.

Hallway setting

I scuddle in my sexy dress and lick my sticky fingers from the white frosting. "I guess no cake for dessert, tonight."

"By the end of the week, I won't want anymore sweet cake." Yachel licks her sticky lips with a tongue.

I giggle. "Is it the end of the week yet?" Yachel licks her fingers with the good tasting frosting with a smile.

5:02 p.m.

4th floor level

Bedroom setting of Persia

Dinnertime

I stop in front of my door, feeling both sweet and sticky from the cake and squat, lifting up my person and the food tray. The door opens. I enter my room. The door closes. I move ahead and remove my dirty clothing, standing naked with a giggle, slapping my palm gem stone over my body, eating my supper tray. My fairy finger emits and holds my supper tray as I eat.

A single rock is made of numerous minerals. Some are toxic. Some are good. A ground rock which is a rock from the dirt contains some of the following minerals, such like, salt, chalk, iron, potassium, magnesium, sulfur, chlorine, and phosphorous. My fairy body has the same minerals for walking around on top of the earth too. My body needs salt to exist. Chalk has calcium for strong bones. Iron replenishes the blood. So, my parents explained that I needed to pull the same minerals inside the rock over my body, getting rid of the itchy dirt and sweat, peeling off dead skin epidermis cells, replacing with the new minerals of salt, chalk, iron, potassium, magnesium, sulfur, chlorine, phosphorous from my gem stone too. Thus, the new minerals make my body clean and sweet smelling too.

I rub my gem stone over my nakedness for cleanliness with a giggle, getting dressed in a clean pair of pink panties, a clean set of faded and ripped blue jeans, a clean shirt and a pair of dirty cowgirl boots and twirl around with a giggle to the archway. The door opens.

6:02 p.m.

Closet setting

I turn and dash down the hallway without Yachel. The bedroom door closes. I run down the stairs, turn into the dark hallway, rushing the closet as usual with a giggle. The closet door opens. I race up the stairs, bumping into other bodies, smelling fresh and clean like me, struggling around the good smelling bodies to find Britton.

6:04 p.m.

Watcher station setting

Moon light and cool temperatures with dull stars

I turn the corner, seeing his dark blue halo over his forehead, elbowing my way through the crowd of good smelling fairies and stop with a giggle and a grin. He leans over and wraps Persia into his cape, turning and moving up the new staircase to the rooftop as one.

They turn and move along the new wooden railing to our cubby hole. The torn and stain semi-blue colored flag with a group of the scattered dull yellow stars waves kinda up and down but not side to side, since additional bigger and better holes have ripped into the delicate fabric, making the wave ugly from the nightly rains and the ugly weather conditions which has beaten the poor fabric into shreds. He pulls open the ratty and torn dull beige curtain, moving and resting on the arm of ratty and multicolored sofa with a wicked grin. I slide over on top of the ratty fabric on my back spine. Britton lift and aims his gem stone wrist watch at Persia, releasing a tiny slender dark blue ray, slapping at her delicate shirt below her rib cage on the right side. I gasp. "Ouch. Hey. My shirt's burning." I pat with my finger tips and blow away on the white smoke from my seared shirt.

Britton chuckles, "I'm burning ya up."

I touch my burnt fabric with a sour frown. "My shirt's burnt with a hole."

He chuckles. "I like..."

I circle my finger in the burnt hole. "A hole in my shirt, it shows my skin. See here?"

He chuckles. "I like..."

I look up with a sour frown as he grins with a nod. I nod with a giggle. "O. You're burning me up."

"I like..."

I grin. "I like, too."

He pats the wrist watch with a smile. "My newly chipped gem stone has some new fiery power from your fairy boy. Awe, you got burned. Let me kiss your sizzling boo-boo, honey," he leans over her body, kissing the exposed skin inside the burnt hole left by his tiny ray.

I grin. "I like, too."

He sits back with a wink and a chuckle. "Is your boo-boo better, honey?" I giggle with a nod in silence. He lifts his body from Persia with a wicked grin, sitting on the arm rest again and raises his wrist watch, shooting a tiny ray at her shirt again. He continues to burn another hole above her belly button and burns a third hole into her left thigh and burns a fourth hole on her right hip bone. I pat the burning fabric with my fingers without feeling any pain from his tiny gem stone fairy ray with a giggle and a grin. He chuckles with an evil laugh and smirks. "Awe, honey, you got burned in numerous hot spots, babe. I'll kiss them all and make them all better," he leans over her body, kissing the first exposed skin above her belly button. I lean back and rest my rear skull onto the other arm rest, closing my eyelashes, tossing my arms over my tiara with a giggle and a wicked smile from his soft lips on my exposed skin parts.

3rd day Fairy Academy

7:36 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

Breakfast meal

The banquet room door opens. I scuddle inside the room in my sexy dress toward the banquet room for breakfast, after exhaustively walking from my room, down the steep stairs, over the dark potholes, and through the wide archway. And I am here. I scoot and slide into an empty chair next to Yachel and with my other fellow fairy girls at the fourteen year old table with a patched and worn red tablecloth, lifting and breaking the bread and hear.

Nabell shows off her broken fingernail with a grin. "I find chipping much easier then sculpturing. I only broke the nail bone, not cut my flesh skin."

Jackzee lifts her hand of bloody fingers with a worried brow. "I don't know. I don't have any set of claw-like fingernails like you and Apella and Yachel. I have to use the tip of my short nail bone. When it breaks, the stone bites into my finger skin. It hurts too like sculpturing our gem stone as fifth class." I turn and watch Britton, feeling happy. He drinks and elbows his buddy, not viewing Persia.

Apella chews and swallows her bread. "The key is chipping the nail bed down to the cuticle, before it starts bleeding. I did that too. The stone actually stings like a bee on your skin. Then you use your middle finger, chipping the nail bed down to the cuticle again with the stinging and the pain."

Kuelle frowns. "The males don't seem to have any problems chipping away the stone flakes."

Nabell sneers. "That's because some of the gem stones were shaped more like a tiny rock with deep grooves and jagged edges. They only need to fleck one of their finger nails once or twice at the protruded sharp edge, making it more sharper."

Apella swallows the bread. "More shaper is not a fairy word, Nabell. Learn some fairy knowledge."

Zann grins. "Molfalso is having both fun and ease, chipping away his gem stone." She looks down and touches her pink gem stone ring with a smile. "I like the shape of my stone now. I don't want it to look more shaper or more nasty..."

"Nastier and sharpest are the two fairy words, fart tart Zann." Apella sneers.

"Mostest, nastier, and non-sharpest is fairy fart Apella, girls." Nabell snarls.

Daffodil smiles into her gem stone. "The bread has been broken. Please stand and attend to your first period." The door opens. Apella stands with a lady sneer to Nabell, swinging to the archway, dashing out the room. I stand, turning and scuddling out the banquet room from of Daffodilly's eyesight with a giggle and a grin. The door closes.

7:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I change into a pair of blue jeans and a set of cowgirl boots, slowly moving to the new dangerous class. The entire Third Class fairies races away from the breakfast table of the banquet room, down the dark hallway, skipping over each hole within the rotten floor like a set of elementary kids. I slowly scuddle beside Zann with a sour frown, "I wish that I could miss this class."

Zann slowly waddles in her sexy tight dress with Persia, watching the buttholes of her fellow fairies turn the corner for the classroom out of sight, exhaling, "Me, too."

I frown. "I wish that Britton could miss this class, too."

"Molfalso, too!"

"I wish..."

"Me, too!"

8:02 a.m.

1st period Reflection class

The classroom door opens. Zann scoots ahead of Persia into the reflection room, sitting next to Nabell. I glide through the archway, locating my empty stool and sit, slumping forward my two shoulders with my poor body posture and scan the room with a giggle and a grin. The tiny gem stone flakes fall from each individual stone and gently drift down to the floor in the air waves. Each colored coordinated gem stone flakes travel in a single muddled huddle, slowly dancing across the floor about one inch in height.

I lift up with my fairy power with both sandal soles coming up from the floor as the pale blue of Yachel's gem stone chips gather into an odd shaped pile, swirling around my naked toes. The colored coordinated pale blue pile seeks an opening on the floor first. If there is no opening over the floor, then the gem stone flakes seek an opening on the wall, second. The pale blue pile raises and lifts, hunting for an opening on the ceiling now. The floor, the ceiling, and all the four walls are covered in an array of glittering colorful ancient gem stone flakes, making the room sparkle in an array of pretty colors. The pale blue pile dances across the ceiling as I look up and spy on the flakes with a giggle and a grin. With failure, the pale blue flakes gently drift down to the floor and return back to the stool with Yachel. The pale blue flakes surround the four legs of her stool, attacking to the legs, lifting Yachel higher into the air. Yachel doesn't feel it, chipping away at her gem stone to an ugly nastier and violent fairy gem stone. I giggle at the special trip of the gem stone flakes, wasting my time, watching the colorful gem stone flakes as they dance around the room from each gem stone sculpture and its associated fairy fart.

My eyelashes dart to the fairy mentor. Thurbet stands in the wall corner like a short shadow, chipping on his ring gem stone in the color of lavender also. I frown with annoyance, following his tiny lavender flakes to a tiny opening on the wall, wishing my fairy time away in reflection class, since I am not sculpting my stone or my hand.

Reflector class ends at 9:55 a.m.

9:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

The classroom door opens. Each teen fairy slowly moves out the room while sculpting onto the stone, except for Persia and Zann.

I slide off the stool last, slowly scuddling through the archway. The door closes. I rub my gem stone over my tight sexy dress as my faded and ripped blue jeans and my boots appear, allowing more movement and more freedom of walking. I stomp my boots away from Thurbet and the other teens.

10:05 a.m.

2nd period Fairy Library

Reader chair and tray setting

I don't bother contacting Yachel through my gem stone, moving down the dark hallway. The other teens are mumbling and marching ahead of Persia to the fairy lore classroom, making too much noise. I quietly turn and slide down the hallway to the fairy library and enter the open archway of the room. I march and sit at one of the reader-benches, pressing my palm gem stone to the reader-table. And then the same data appears my collection from the dead fairy gem stones yesterday. I exhale with annoyance, looking up and scanning an empty room.

Yachel and Stad have disappeared from my eyesight, as usual, after our reflection class. She is too busy with Stad, somewhere. Since Stad had finished his oral report, presenting Captain Robert both live and invisible last year.

I giggle with the cool memory flashback of my fourth class and frown with annoyance, looking down at the numerous overlaying black colored words, black colored long sentences and colorful photographs over the three reader-tables and whisper. "I can't find one single human face among the datum. I don't understand. I have reviewed the photographs from the letters of A through R. The letter of S is next." I wipe my hands over the reader-table, cleaning off the datum. The photographs are stored inside my gem stone for future reference which will be never needed. I giggle with a whisper. "Did ya catch that, Yachel? I never needed it." I exhale with a puff of frustration, slamming my gem stone into the mini-file cabinet on top of the reader-table for the letter of S. The three reader-tables ignite with millions of black colored words and long black colored sentences plus thousands of colored photographs.

I exhale with a puff of annoyance, looking down at the datum, reading out loud for my company of no body. "The letter of S shows lots of data, including signals, smoke, sun, stone, stars, Sondson, Mentor, symbol." I giggle and gasp. "A fairy symbol, I've never heard of a fairy symbol. My parents never told me about any type of fairy symbol. Well my mama never tells me anything, because I attend the Fairy Academy to learn everything. We carry gem stones, wear tiaras, and drag capes over the piles of mud, dirt, rain, and pookie." I giggle and wipe away the other words with the letter of S, but the word, symbol, reading out loud for my eardrums. "A fairy will use a symbol for communication with fairies, beasties, and nature. Before fairies could talk, they used a set of simple hands signals and then they created visual symbols. Some of the ancient symbols included physical objects like a stick for fire, a rock for hammer, a fur strand for clothing, a dead animal for food, a river for water. As the fairies learned to communication with each other, the beasties, and the natural environment, the fairies developed and drew visual symbols into the dirt, creating an alphabet of written fairy language. Boring!"

I flip the pages over the reader-table with my finger, looking for more interesting black colored sentences. I see and say. "The written symbols turned into magic symbols as the fairy powers grew and enhanced from the gem stone." I gasp, "A set of magic symbols, one of the magic symbols is the word protection. See the letter of P for protection. Figures!"

Yachel says via her gem stone somewhere else, having fun with Stad. " _Persia, come on! It's time for coach flying._ "

I exhale with a puff of frustration, looking up to see the far wall of duplicate black colored words and sentences and say via my gem stone, "Yeah." I wipe off the reader-tables with my hands and stand, turning and dashing out the fairy library, "Yeah."

Fairy Lore Class time has ended at 10:55 a.m.

10:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I turn and pace around the wall corner, meeting up with Yachel and Stad, pulling beside Yachel. Yachel and Stad cuddle and chuckle, tickling each other body parts, moving to the broken doors of the front porch, where the coach flying class is held. I exhale with a puff of frustration. "Yachel, I really need help with your assignment. I found millions of pictures, looking for a set of photos, wasting my..."

Yachel tickles his waist with a giggle as he chuckles. She grins at Stad, talking to Persia. "Look under the letter of H for humans, Persia."

I turn and sneer at her rear skull, watching them cuddle like a pair of love birds. "There ain't a face of a human under the letter of H for humans inside the fairy library. And I wouldn't expect to find a face of a human inside a fairy library..."

Yachel tickles Stad on the stomach with both her hands with a giggle, talking to Persia. "Okay. Alright. We do it together later. I'm flying today."

I turn and gasp at her rear skull. "What?"

She turns and smiles to Persia. "Yeah, I wanna get it done before another fairy like Gable wrecks another coach. Then I'll ever get my fairy coach license." She cuddles and chuckles from the tickles of Stad.

I nod with a stern face. "That's a good idea."

11:05 a.m.

3rd period Coach Flying Class

Bench and table setting

I move through the broken doors behind Yachel and Stad around the potholes on the wooden porch and down the steps and into the dirt with a smile and a nod. "A pretty day for flying..." Yachel leads and sits in the center of the table with a smile. Stad slides beside her. Persia sits on the other side. Yachel reaches and grabs the food items from the sliding platters of steamy food, eating with both her hands, gobbling down the food with the desire to fly today.

Hamilcar stands and marches down from the entrance doors, down the steps, and stands in the dirt. He lifts and raises his gem stone bracelet, activating his burnt orange ray, attaching to one of the hovering coach between the white clouds. He lowers the coach over the dirt and slides into the driver's seat, surrounding the coach with his burnt orange wave, lifting it from the dirt. He races side to side in the blue sky like yesterday, showing off his wild bird flying style. I watch the coach land in front of the platform, stuffing my face with food before next testing fairy. Hamilcar slides out and moves around the front bumper, saying via his gem stone. "Who would like to receive their fairy license today? Please raise your hand."

"Me." Yachel stands and chews, wiping off the food stains from her mouth and her hands with a giggle.

Hamilcar waves his hand to her with a nod and a smirk. "Very good, Yachel! Please come forward. Who would like to be the four passengers of Yachel today?" Numerous fairies stand, yelling and waving an arm or two. Some of the fairies wipe their faces from the food stains. Hamilcar gasps via his gem stone. "I count nine fairies, desiring the role of the fairy passenger. I am very impressed. Yachel must be a good fairy driver. However, I can only select four of you for the rear seat."

"Me. I wanna go." Gable waves his hands with a nod and a tongue of mouth spit.

I stand with a sour frown and do not shout at Hamilcar to select me, swinging my face to the left and to the right. Apella, Gable, and Stad all stand and wave on my right. Britton, Hadwin, Zann, Molfalso, and Walcott all stand and wave on my left. I turn and face Hamilcar with a sour frown, thinking that I am her 'bestest' friend and 'dearest' neighbor. So I should go with her. And Yachel is a good coach driver unlike fairy Gable.

"Me. I wanna go." Gable waves his hands with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit.

Stad grins with a nod. "I stood first before all of ya'll. I gotta go being her boyfriend too. I'm always with Yachel day and..." Yachel slaps Stad on the forearm as he chuckles. "I stood first."

"Me. I wanna go second." Gable waves his hands with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit.

"I stood right after Stad. I go second." Apella slaps her chest with a nod and a smile.

Hamilcar does not smile, since he never smiles on his balding skull. He says via his gem stone to each teen. "I am very pleased that numerous fairies would like to ride with Yachel. We are fairies. We carry gem stones. And the gem stone records our daily activities, whether we remember or not..." I gasp with shock, looking down at my gem stone with a slightly pink blush. I think of my private time with Britton inside the watcher station on top of our ratty chair, doing those naught and funny things. Britton thinks of his private time too with a chuckle, elbowing Persia with an evil laugh. The other fairies sound with a series of giggles and chuckles with a shared mental love thought. Hamilcar chuckles. "Do you remember now?" The teens gasp. He says. "Therefore, I will replay on my gem stone the four fairies that stood before the others. You cannot do this being on the opposite side of my recording view." He looks down to see his gem stone with a smirk. "I see Stad, Persia, Hadwin, and Britton. You are recorded and replayed here. Please come and slide into the rear seat of the coach."

Hadwin tosses both arms with a grin and a chuckle. "Yahoo! Yachel can fly without me, falling out again. I ain't never riding with Gable or Gable's mom or Gable's dad or Gable's coach or fairy Gable or fairy Gable's parents or farting fairy Gable..." He moves and slides from the eating bench, dashing around the table and scoots behind the rear seat of coach on the end with a smile and a nod. "And I'm sitting right here. This is the safest seat in the rear of the coach, since Mentor Hamilcar wears a full body protection shield, shielding him and me from harm like stinging vine bees and flying plant flies."

Stad moves and slides from the eating table, running behind Hadwin with a chuckle and body-slams into the seat directly behind Hamilcar too, shoving Hadwin to the middle with a grin and a yell. "Move over, dude. I'm here now. This is my seat." Hadwin and Stad slide side to side, fighting over the edge of the bench.

Hadwin yells, "Naw. I was here first, boy. You get your fanny on the other edge of the seat, like a good fairy."

Stad slides half-way into the bench, landing inside Hadwin's lap with a chuckle and a yell, "Naw. You got bad fairy manners. You're supposed to yield the seat to the next fairy like my mama taught me, son."

I lean to Britton with a sour frown and a whisper. "Why are you riding with Yachel? You didn't like her."

Britton watches with a chuckle at the silly scene of Stad and Hadwin fighting. "I like you, not her. I'm going to protect you from the silly fairy farmers. And Yachel's not a bad driver like some other fairies here." I frown and watch Stad and Hadwin fight over the edge of the seat, back stepping from the eating table, turning and moving to the parked coach and stand. I exhale with a puff of annoyance, crossing my arms, wearing a disapproving face.

Stad stops moving and laugh and looks up to see Persia. "Uh. There's a fairy lady standing here." Hadwin slams his hand into Stad, shoving Stad from the edge of the seat with a chuckle.

Stad scoots across the bench seat with a laugh, sliding off the edge and runs around the rear bumper, sliding into Hadwin again with a grin. "Move over. The fairy lady needs to sit here." Hadwin slowly scoots over to the edge with a frown. Stad occupies the center with a laugh. I slide over the edge, slapping my hands over the seat with a giggle.

Britton clears his throat. "I'll sit on the end, protecting you, darling."

I gasp. "The end is..."

Britton moves and slides over the seat and into Persia with a chuckle and a nod. "Mine. Thanks, Persia." I exhale with a puff of annoyance, sliding over into Stad.

Hamilcar slides into the front passenger seats, surrounding his burnt orange wave around his body for protection. "I believe that you know the proper procedure, Yachel. I am placing the skull helmets and body webbings over your fairy passengers now." His burnt orange wave touches each fairy in the rear seat. I feel the skull helmet fall down over my face, scooting it up over my eyebrows with a grin and feel the body webbing tuck me nicely into the rear soft leather seat with a giggle. Hamilcar says via his gem stone. "You are cleared for takeout, Yachel."

Yachel rubs her pale blue wave over her body and the coach frame, lifting the coach from the dirt with a sour frown, "Dang. You four are some heavy fairies. I shouldn't picked Apella and Gable, the light weight fairies." She slowly flies over the dirt, turning to her right, scooting around the school building and turns to her left, straightening out the coach to face the west side of the building and the coach obstacle course. She exhales with a puff of fear and nervousness.

Hamilcar smirks. "We are ready. Go, Yachel." Yachel rubs her gem stone, gaining speed on the coach and lifts, soaring over the green tips of the two feet brush, stirring the tiny green leaves into the air.

Stad catches the flying debris and tosses at Hadwin with a chuckle and a grin. "Do insult the passengers, chauffeur fairy girl."

"Yeah. We insult back." Hadwin grabs the flying debris and tosses the greenery leaves at the rear skull of Yachel but her pale blue fairy wave protects her hair roots from harm.

"Move faster, girl." Stad captures and tosses the green leaves around the hair roots of Yachel and then back at into the face of Hadwin. The silly fairy boys laugh and battle over the tiny green leaves of the shrubs.

Yachel frowns. "Don't back sit drive." The coach clears the two foot high bushes, flying and slightly skimming over the flower petals.

I yell into my gem stone with a giggle. "Get your coach higher, Yachel. I love butterflies, not bees."

Stad leans to Persia with a laugh. "I love both the birds and bees and butterflies."

Britton sneers. "Move away from Persia now, Stad."

Stad leans over Persia with a sneer to Britton. "And I love red blood, white bones, and pink tissue over both my fists too."

Hamilcar chuckles, "The numerous loud rumbles occur inside Mentor Thurbet's fairy classes, not here." The butterflies react to the motion of the speeding coach, flying and drifting into the air waves as they enter the coach interior, fluttering around the fairies.

I capture some of the beauties on my arm with a giggle and see the pretty colors, feeling the soft feet of their stick toes. Britton lifts and shifts his arm to Persia as her butterflies react, flying away. "Hey." I turn and frown at his nose profile, shoving his arm out of the way, watching all my pretty butterflies fly out the windowless coach. The coach drops and descends over the wooden fences.

"Too late, darling!" Hadwin leans out the door-less coach and grabs a batch of honeysuckles from the vines with a chuckle and a grin.

"Don't angry the bees, Yachel." Stad waves his arm in the arm, searching for the big nasty bumblebees, in case of purposeful stinging of the fairy passengers.

"They're sleeping. Stay cool, bro." Hadwin smiles and separates the honeysuckle batch, tossing some of the broken vines to Persia. "You're welcome." He jerks out the sticky sweet stick out and sucks on the sweet juice with a grin. I capture the honeysuckle vines one at a time, removing the stick from the middle of the plant, sucking down the juice of the sweet nectar with a giggle.

"Tilt your wave underneath the coach in an upward pose, not the coach, Yachel." Hadwin says into her gem stone.

Yachel gasps. "O yeah, okay, doing it, now." The coach tilts at a forty degree angle, lifting and flying over the wooden fences and over the tree tops.

"Yeehaw," Stad tosses his arms with a grin and a laugh. "Go, girl. Fly me to the moon."

"That's today." Britton leans over to Persia with a wink and a grin. I suck on honeysuckle sticks from the gift of Hadwin. The coach sails over the tree tops and descends down on the other side of the thick forest as Yachel straightens the coach into a horizontal pose, following the flatness of the dirt. The coach speeds to back the school building.

Hamilcar says via his gem stone. "Go around the corner and land the coach, gently. You're doing a very good job, Yachel."

She giggles and grins. "Thank you, Mentor Hamilcar." She slows and gently turns, flying low on the dirt, landing and parking on the ground in front of the eating table of fairies on the lowered platform. All the other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers for her perfect coach flying. Yachel retracts her pale blue wave from the coach and her body into her gem stone with a slurp, sliding out the driver seat, facing the other fairies and tosses her arms with a grin and a yell. "I pass." All the other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers again.

Hamilcar retracts his burnt orange wave from his body and wiggles his wave at the skull helmets and body webbing gear. "The fairy passengers are free to exit the coach."

I turn and shove Britton from the seat with a giggle. He slides out, extending his hand. I grab his hand, cuddling into his body. Britton and I stand and move around the eating table, finding an empty seat or two and sit, diving into the food platters that slide back and forth over the table surface, before our eyeballs. I eat and watch Yachel dance and celebrate her coach flying victory. I stand, wiping the food stains from my mouth and my clothing with the patched linen napkin, dropping the napkin into the repaired dish. My dish is clean of my food items. I swing around, stepping over the bench seat, moving to the steps and the set of broken doors of the school.

Coach flying class ends at 12:55 p.m.

1:02 p.m.

4th period Enchantment and Gem Class

Britton cuddles Persia, turning and moving down the dark hallway, avoiding the pot holes over the wooden planks to the next class. I yawn with exhaustion from the morning events and too much good food, stopping and standing in front of the closed door. The door opens. Britton and I move through the dark tunnel and into the auditorium with a huddle of other teens.

Oviv and Kaapo stand together in grins against the peeling wall in the middle of the auditorium, turning and moving to the rear open archway. Oviv says via her gem stone. "Our activity is outdoors again. Please move along."

I exhale. "I don't want another activity academic action. Ya like my 'a' sounds, Britton." He dashes ahead, moving between Stad and Hadwin. I move to the end of the line with a sour frown and without eyeball supervision from the fairy mentors. They can hear me breathe through the gem stone, but they can't see me through the gem stone. I whisper. "I don't think so." I touch and say into gem stone. "Yachel, can we see through the gem stone another fairy?"

Yachel giggles into her gem stone, walking beside Stad, "Only if you're dead."

Outside dry grass and red dirt setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

Oviv stops and stands outside in the dead grass, staring at each face, saying via her gem stone. "Sit on the ground today."

I frown at her butthole as Yachel is ahead of me, "Only if you're dead?"

Oviv says via her gem stone. "You are exercising your fingers, not your legs. There are numerous piles. Each pile is similar to the pile in the next lane. So grab an empty dirty spot in front of a plot of dry land and sit." The teens scatter around the dirt. Yachel walks towards the end of the lanes with Persia and sits on top of her knees, fluffing her cap over the dirt. I sit, crossing my legs, gathering my cape into my lap. I don't like cleaning the dirty cape after every academic outside session. I see numerous piles of stuff in front of my fairy eyeballs. Oviv says into her gem stone. "The lane is half-a-mile today. You are to slam your fairy finger or fingers or fist into the rocks plus whisper the fairy charm whackium objecto plus the name of the object. This will ensure the pile doesn't injury your fairy neighbor or me. The class exercise is not timed or tested or rewarded just work. Begin."

I lean to Yachel with a whisper and a giggle. "Britton burnt me up, last night."

Yachel turns and giggles to Persia. "Burnt ya up? How does one burn you up? Ya don't look seared. I don't understand."

I giggle. "He burnt tiny sets of holes in my clothing last night with his newly chipped gem stone."

She drops her mouth, turning and viewing Britton. "Britton's a second rated fairy with his wave skills. Did he really burn your exposed skin?" she turns and frowns to Persia.

"He kissed my exposed skin, where he melted the fabric." I giggle with a pink blush of embarrassment.

She giggles. "Good show. And good point. I'm going to have Stad burn me up tonight."

"Where's your cubby hole?"

"Way on the other side of the rooftop, stomping all around the wooden railing, before I balanced by body with my arms, hoping that I didn't plunge into the flooding waters below."

"The flooding waters below? The flooding waters below come at midnight, girl. How dang long do you and Stad stay and kiss inside your cubby hole on the rooftop over the watcher station?"

"Nosy personal question that I ain't addressing, fairy fart. But we're on a corner with two neighbors, not four."

I grin. "Got it. I got four neighbors, sometimes five to eight, if you count the moans from my four neighbors. Where do the flags come from? I've never seen a flag before. When do we use flags? Why do we need flags? Why does the flag have symbols like stars or dots or hearts or swords or..."

Yachel aims her palm gem stone, releasing her pale blue fairy wave, striking the first pile of books with a fairy folded fist. "Burnatta objecto, books." Her fairy fist touches the books, starting a spark. The fire consumes the old paper and torn leather.

I gasp. "Where did ya learn that fairy charm?"

She unfolds the fist and walks her two pale blue fairy fingers over the dirt to the next stack of objects. "The fairy charms from the library."

I gasp. "You need set a boot toe into the fairy library."

"The library is inside your gem stone."

"O bad of me." I lift and release my fairy wave from my palm gem stone, forming and smashing my single magenta fingernail into the pile of books. The books scatter side to side into the dirt out of my finger pathway. "These piles are different today."

"Yipe. It is getting harder for exercising the fingers of your wave hand."

"O good of me." I giggle.

Yachel slams her fairy pale blue fist into a second stack of short tree limbs. " _Whackium objecto_ , limbs." The limbs fly up into the sky and land somewhere over the tree line.

I walk my single fairy finger over the dirt with a sour frown. "However, I burned my shirt, my jeans and..."

She turns and gasps to Persia. "And what? What other clothes, Persia?"

I smash my fairy finger into the tree limbs. Each limb rolls and falls into the dirt inside my lane. I walk my single fairy fingernail over the fallen limbs. "I don't kiss and tell," giggling.

Oviv says via her gem stone. "I see that some fairies are having more fun talking and not walking their fingers, performing their academic assignment for the daily class of enchantment."

"Enchant me." Gable walks his fairy thumb over the pile of books.

I walk my single fairy finger to the next pile with a frown. The pile of rocks sits alone. I slam my single magenta colored finger into the pile, saying. " _Whackium objecto_ , rocks." The rocks fly up and into the air, landing in the far distance of the trees.

Oviv says via her gem stone. "Today's exercise is different from yesterday. You are extending your fairy wave into a solid single line of colored ray. However, an object or two may accidentally fling over your wave...."

He sneers. "Hey. Watch it, Hadwin. I don't take live prisoners." Molfalso slams his crimson fairy fist into each flying rock that lands inside his personal lane with a sour face. The battered and batted rocks fly in different directions from Molfalso. The other teens sound with a series of yells and sneers with the incoming flinging debris inside their walking lane. I exhale with a puff of annoyance, feeling the heavy rock and a soft shirt fall over my fairy wave and frown, shaking my wave side to side, removing the enemy debris.

"Told ya so." Oviv grins via her gem stone. I stand, wiping the dirt off my jeans, slowing moving to the building.

Enchantment class ends at 3:55 p.m.

3:56 a.m.

Hallway setting

I rub my gem stone into my gala gown and scuddle up the steps and over the dark hallway from the numerous tense and exhaustive fairy exercises. "My arms, hands, and both my shoulders throb with pain from these workouts."

"It gets worse." Yachel rubs her gem stone, cleaning off the dirt and morphing into her long fairy gown.

I turn and gasp at her nose profile. "Worser?"

"That's not a fairy word, Persia." Yachel grins and stands in front of the banquet room archway.

4:04 p.m.

Banquet room setting

5th period Coronation Class

The door opens. I slowly enter the banquet room, turning and scuddling to the fairy girl line to the fake archway for my coronation walk. Apella stands with a smile in front of the fairy girl line, as usual to begin her coronation walk.

Yachel stands behind Nabell, jerking on Persia's arm. "Get behind me."

I stop, turning with a sour frown to see the nose profile of Yachel. "This ain't the right..."

Yachel thumbs over her collar bone with a giggle. "Get behind me. So when we finish this nonsense walk and sit on the floor, we can watch the fireworks."

I frown. "What fireworks?"

"Ya gotta wait and watch." Yachel grins. I move and stand behind Yachel with a confused brow. The other slow moving fairy girls stand behind Persia.

Daffodil points to each archway, saying via her gem stone. "Come on inside! Fairies, please stand in the correct archway. The tables are presented with filled gift items. There will be no stealing of the ale or the cake today. Let us begin now immediately, before the hour ends." Each fairy girl sways side to side in a semi-crooked line inside the fake archway which is parallel to the fairy guy. Daffodil says. "Apella and Gable, come forward." Apella and Gable reach and grab their respective individual fairy queen gift item, slowly moving forward down the wall. They turn to each other, slowly walking but not tripping and meet face to face, turning to see Daffodil. Daffodil claps with a smile and a nod. "Very good, fairies Apella and Gable. No tripping. No eating. No drinking of the gifts. Now, both of you walk forward to me, I mean the fairy queen, who will be sitting inside her throne chair here top of the platform. You will come to the edge of the stage and then kneel."

Gable move beside Apella, holding a sweaty mug of ale with a sour frown. "Kneel to what?"

Apella grins. "Kneel to whom, darling?"

Gable frowns. "We ain't subjects."

"We're wee fairies." Apella nods.

Apella and Gable kneel on one leg, extending the gifts in front of a faces.

Daffodil nods. "Lift the gifts over your heads."

"Really?" Gable frowns to Daffodil.

"Really." Apella bows at her neck and lifts the plate of cake over her tiara.

"Really." Hadwin shouts.

"Really." Yachel giggles.

"Really." Molfalso shouts.

"Really." Nabell grins.

"Really." Eadric shouts.

"Really." Stad screams with a laugh.

Daffodil looks up with a sour frown at the watching fairies in the two archways. "Quiet down, fairies. Gable holds the gift over your head now." Gable exhales and kneels on his kneecap, lifting the sweaty mug of ale over his skull. She smiles. "Come forward, the next prince and princess couple." She back steps and sits in an ugly fairy queen chair which is made of the bubble shapes over the exterior sides in dull beige too.

Yachel shoves Nabell from the female fairy gal line with a whisper and a grin. "Go on. You're next."

"Okay." Nabell reaches and grabs a new plate of cake, slowly moving forward down the wall and watches Eadric with a wink and a smile. He carries a mug of ale without drinking it. They turn, facing each other, moving to the center of the room.

Daffodil stands from the throne chair, lifting her arms with a confused brow to Nabell and Eadric. "What is this?" The watching teens laugh.

"Coronation walk," Gable mumbles, kneeling and facing the new pothole in the floor. The watching teens laugh again.

Daffodil frowns via her gem stone. "No. No. No. Nabell is supposed to be in the rear of the line as she is one of the tallest girls in the third class like we arranged yesterday. The shortest heights walk out first."

"O." Stad laughs. "You said stand in the correct archway, not the correct order."

"So, I did." Daffodil frowns. "Please reorganize your bodies and stand in the proper height order of shorties first like I had assigned on Monday, the first day of Fairy Academy. Teens."

Apella frowns with a distorted face, looking up at Daffodil. "Hey, I don't like that name..."

Hadwin says via his gem stone, scooting into his original spot within the fairy guy line on Monday afternoon. "Hey, Apella! Do ya like this new name b..."

"Back in line!" Daffodil jabs both her finger at each corner wall. "Apella and Gable, get back in line and restart, again." Apella and Gable stand, spinning around, moving back to the appropriate archways. The other girls shift and slide around the line in the proper order. The other boys shift and slide around the line in the proper order. Daffodil sits in the throne chair, saying via her gem stone. "Please come forward Apella and Gable." Apella stands in the front of the fairy gal line, reaching and grabs the cake. Gable stands in the front of the fairy guy line, reaching and grabs the mug. They walk forward down the wall and turn, facing each other, moving to the center and twist, facing the throne chair. Daffodil smiles with a nod in silence, sitting inside the throne chair. Apella and Gable move to the edge of the stage and kneel, bowing their face to the floor, holding each gift over their hair roots. Daffodil smiles. "Good. Come forward, next fairy prince and princess..." The other boy and girl fairies next in front of the fairy line, each reach and grab the appropriate gift, moving forward down the wall, turning and stands in front of the throne stage too. They kneel, bowing and holding a gift over the hair roots to Daffodil. Daffodil sits and smiles in the throne chair. "Next, fairy couple." Hadwin reaches and grabs the sweaty mug of ale, lifting it to his nose and sniffs, slowly moving forward down the wall, watching his fairy princess Jackzee. They turn and face each other, moving to each other.

Hadwin drinks the ale, spinning to face Daffodil and burps with his mouth open. "Ah. Good stuff."

Daffodil frowns. "Why did you drink the ale, Hadwin?"

Hadwin grins with a goofy smile, tilting his face. "The bad fairy made me do it. Honest, Mentor Daffodil." The watching teens laugh.

She jabs two fingers at each archway with a sour frown. "Restart, both of ya'll again." Hadwin swings around with a chuckle and a grin, skipping over the pothole to the archway, slapping numerous raised palms of the other males with a laugh and spins around, reaching and grabbing another mug of ale. "Do not drink the ale or eat the cake." Daffodil frowns. Hadwin and Jackzee move forward down the wall with a chuckle and a smile and turn to face each other with a smile too, moving to the center of the room. Then they turn, facing Daffodil, moving to the edge of stage and kneel, holding a gift high over a skull.

Gable mumbles with his face down at the pothole in the floor. "My arms hurt. This is taking too long with the repeat cake and coronation walkers. Can I pretend to hold the mug over my head, Mentor Daffodil?"

Daffodil frowns and exhales. "Yes. You are correct, fairy Gable. For the kneeling walkers, please lower your gifts gently down onto the floor. I do not want any more breakages. Swing around, sitting on the floor, watching the strolling couples. I want perfection, fairies. Okay. Please come forward our next happy and elegant fairy prince and princess couple Kuelle and Eadric."

Nabell sneers with a whisper, sitting in the rear line of the fairy princesses. "My prince."

I slap Nabell on the back with a giggle. "This is a class room, not a dance hall. Calm, fairy princess."

Nabell sneers again. Kuelle reaches and grabs the plate of cake, moving forward down the wall, turning to see Eadric on the other side. Kuelle and Eadric stop and spin to the center. Nabell sneers, releasing her dark orange fairy wave, creating a tiny wiggling snake-like ray. It slithers side to side, quickly running in front of Kuelle's sandals and falls down into the dark pothole. Kuelle screams, back stepping on her dress train and wobbles side to side, dropping the plate. Eadric releases his emerald fairy finger wave, catching the cake and opens his mouth, consuming the dessert and chews with a hum of delight. The plate falls and breaks on top of the floor.

Kuelle slams down on her fanny over the floor, pointing to the pothole with a worried brow. "Snake. I saw a snake."
Gable giggles. "Don't think so."

Apella says. "I didn't see a snake, not really."

Kuelle stand and points down into the dirt pothole with a worried brow. "I saw it, a snake. Did ya see the snake too, Eadric? I saw it, a brown wiggling snake..." The watching teens snigger.

Daffodil exhales. "The snake is gone. Please restart, fairies Kuelle and Eadric."

Apella giggles. "If you see another snake, you should zap it with your firing fairy ray, Kuelle."

Eadric spins and moves back archway with a grin and a chuckle, hand slapping with the other male fairies.

Kuelle slowly exhales, turning and moving back to the archway and scans the floor with a worried brow and a whisper. "I saw a snake. Why would there be a snake inside the Fairy Academy?" She looks up to see Nabell. Nabell sneers with her gritted teeth at Kuelle. Kuelle gasps and swings around with a sour frown and a whisper. "There ain't no snakes in Fairy Academy, only a serpent." She reaches and grabs the cake, marching down the walk in a fast pace and turns, facing Eadric, the boyfriend of Nabell. She slowly moves over the floor, looking down at the wooden floor and the potholes with a lady sneer. Nabell sneers, releasing her dark orange fairy wave again, creating a second wiggling snake-like ray. The ray slithers over the wood, blending into the spotted and stained wooden floor. Kuelle sees the movement from her periphery vision and slows her walk and poses her throat choker at the pothole. The snake appears again in front of her sandals. Kuelle swings around, firing her wild flying lilac ray at Nabell. The wave bounces on the floor from her lousy aim. The fairy girls scream, falling down over the floor or hitting the wall.

"Duck down. Get out of range, girls." Yachel slide and hit into the wall, crawling over the floor, sliding into Persia. "Get down. Kuelle's a mad woman over her man."

The lilac wave hits the ceiling as a set of heated tiles fall over the tiara of Nabell. Nabell stands with a lady sneer, whipping out her fairy bracelet as her dark orange wave fires and hits a bright yellow fairy wave. The yellow wave and the dark orange wave sizzles, hisses and then retracts with a slurp into the gem stone. Nabell screams, cuddling her hand. "It hurts. It stings. It her..."

Daffodil shouts, "Fairies, stop and halt this nonsense." The fallen teens laugh, slowly wiping off the broken and steamy ceiling tile and stand with a wobble side to side. She retracts her bright yellow fairy wave into her palm gem stone with a soft slurp, waving her arms with a yell. "Start all over again. Get up, fairies Gable and Apella."

Gable stands and swings to the archway with a sour frown. "Ugh! Please, not again!" He drinks his sweaty mug of warm ale.

Daffodil sits in the ugly throne chair, saying via her gem stone. "You know the drill. The tables are filled with lots of gifts. Please start, fairies Apella and Gable." Apella and Gable do not argue, drop the gifts or stumble over the floor. They both arrive at the proper position on the floor and swing around, watching the other fairies. The other teens march and sit on the floor too without dropping or eating the gift also, turning and watching the other fairies' coronation walk. Kuelle kneels, holding her plate of cake over her head to Daffodil on the throne chair and swings around, sitting on the floor with a giggle and a wicked grin. Daffodil says. "Good job, fairies Kuelle and Eadric. Please commence, fairy Nabell and Walcott."

Nabell elegantly walks in her long dress with her cape dragging over the floor, holding the plate of cake between her hands and accidently trips. The cake flies into the air. Eadric shoots out his emerald fairy wave from his sitting pose on the floor, capturing the cake, flies it into his open mouth and chews with a hum of delight. The watching teens laugh. Nabell falls into the ugly pothole as her fancy gown spreads around the wooden floor, standing and jerking out her dirty sandal and naked foot from pot hole and turns with a sour frown to see Eadric. "Ya saved the cake?"

He chews with a grin. "I ate the cake, sweetheart."

She points down to the pothole with a sour frown. "Ya saved the cake, not me. I fell. I fell in that big hole."

He chews with a wink. "The cake was good, sweetheart. Thanks."

Daffodil points both archways with a sour frown. "Go back fairies and do it again. And please skate over or leap over the potholes, fairy Nabell."

Nabell swings around and moves back to the fake archway, lifting and slapping her hands down on her dress with a sour tone. "I fell in the hole, a hole in the middle of the floor in the middle of the room, in the middle of school. There are dozens, hundreds, millions of pothole at this school. Why? Why? Why, me?"

Daffodil says via her gem stone. "Please begin again, fairy Nabell and Walcott."

Nabell swings around, jerking the plate from the table with her burnt orange fairy wave and retracts her wave, holding the warm plate, stomping forward down the wall. Walcott stomps forward down the wall, holding a mug of ale with a grin. They turn, facing each other and walk to the center of the floor and swing to face Daffodil.

Daffodil gasps. "Where is the ale?"

Walcott burps with a grin, holding an empty mug. "It was good." The watching teens laugh.

She exhales. "Why did you drink the ale?"

He grins. "I was thirsty after eating the cake, Mentor Daffodil."

She points back to the twin archways with a sour frown. "Please start over again."

Coronation class ends at 4:55 p.m.

5:04 p.m.

Hallway setting

I turn and scuddle out the archway, rubbing my gem stone, changing into my jeans and my boots and dash down the dark hallway. I don't bother stopping to chat-chit with Yachel or the other girls. I turn and climb the stairs, standing at my door. The door opens.

5:05 a.m.

4th floor level

Bedroom setting of Persia

Dinnertime meal

I lift the food tray with my fairy finger, dragging the tray behind my back spine. The door closes. I strip and rub my gem stone over the naked parts of my body with fun and eat at the same time and burp. I run into the bathroom and brush my teeth with the toothpaste. I didn't think the stone can clean my teeth but I could ask Yachel. I turn and move to the archway. The door opens.

5:13 p.m.

Closet setting

I turn and exit my room, smelling clean. The door closes. I dash down the stairs, jogging down the dark hallway, following the other teens to the closet. The door opens. I enter the crowded room, saving my fairy wave for some fun time with Britton, slowly climbing up the staircase with the other teens.

5:30 p.m.

Watcher station setting

Moon light with cool temperatures and bright stars

I land a boot toe on the new lumber of the watcher station floor, elbowing my way around the teens and climb the staircase, racing around the wooden railing and arrive first in our cubby hole. I pull open the curtain, standing behind the ratty curtain for fun and hear his boot heels stomp over the rooftop. I turn around with a giggle to see the curtain. The curtain opens, showing a smiling Britton. I grab and drag his arm, slowly guiding him to my lips. I kiss his lips. I pull back with a smile and jerk, whipping his body down over the ratty sofa. He rests on his back spine. I land and rest on top of him with a soft thud.

He grunts with a sour frown. "Careful, babe! I am not the ratty soft." She dips down and kisses his lips. Britton pulls back with a grin and a wink to Persia. She is planning a clever surprise, tonight. She sits back on the arm rest with a giggle, lifting the palm and aim her gem stone at him with a wicked grin. Britton tosses both arms over a skull with a wicked grin and I dare you face to Persia. She fires her magenta wave with a smile, hitting his chest, burning a small tiny hole into the fabric. The shirt burns in red flames. He slams both hands over the small burning fire with a sour frown and a yell. "Ouch! Don't use a firing ray on me, darling."

I look down with a sour frown at my gem stone. "I don't. I thought of a wave, wave, way..."

He pats the burnt hole in the shirt with a sneer, lifting the shirt, checking his naked chest. "You hit me with a firing ray. I got a burn mark on my skin. It's pink and swelling, swollen..."

"Swell, okay." I aim and fire from my palm gem stone again. My wave hits the sleeve of his shirt, burning a second tiny hole into the fabric. The sleeve burns in yellow flames. I look down with a sour frown at my gem stone. "I...it..."

He slaps his burning shoulder with a growl and a hand swipe, putting out the tiny fire. "Ouch! Don't burn the shirt off my body, Persia."

I look up with a grin and a wink to see Britton. "You burned my shirt off, the other night."

"I burnt tiny holes on your shirt from my firing ray, not touching your delicate skin. Don't burn my skin. I got welts." He probes and pokes at the burnt spots on his chest and his collar bone.

A teen male voice laughs from within the first cubby hole neighbor of Persia and Britton. " _Don't burn him, Persia."_

" _Burn him, Persia."_ A female voice giggles from within the second cubby hole neighbor of Persia and Britton.

" _Go, girl fairy."_ Another male voice shouts from within the third cubby hole neighbor of Persia and Britton.

" _Quiet, in there fairy farts."_ A new male voice sneers within from the fourth cubby hole neighbor of Persia and Britton.

"Shut up all of you over there." Britton pats his shirt with a sneer and a shout, wiggling his butthole back into the ratty sofa with a smile and a nod to Persia. "Okay, I'm holding out my shirt from my body. I don't wanna get burned again. So hit the shirt with your ray, honey."

"Swell." I lift and aim my gem stone at Britton, firing my magenta wave, burning the edge of his shirt and the fabric of the sofa. The shirt shows a black hole. The sofa puffs in white smoke and blazes in red and blue flames.

"Dang," He twists around and pats the sofa material with both his hands with a sour frown and a sneer. "Don't burn the sofa up. This stuff is dry and old. We'll become charcoal within seconds."

"Sorry," I look down at my gem stone with a confused brow. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Don't burn us down, Persia." A female voice giggles from within the second cubby hole neighbor of Persia and Britton.

"Don't burn me up, Persia." A male voice shouts from within the first cubby hole neighbor of Persia and Britton.

Britton exhales, turning with a smile and a wink to see Persia. "Okay. The flames are out. Let's try this one more time." He settles down over the sofa away from the burnt patch, lifting and holding the tail of his shirt away from his body too. "Try and hit the shirt fabric, not my skin, not the sofa and not..."

"Swell." I lift and aim my gem stone at the outstretched shirt, firing off my magenta wave, tilting to the side, falling off the tiny armrest. The armrest is both small and made from rotten wood. My magenta wave hits the thin patched curtain. The curtain burns, sending black smoke up into the night sky. I gasp with shock. The other teens scream from fear of the black smoke, smelling the burning curtain. Each frighten fairy stands up from an individual ratty sofas and run away, tripping and stumble over each other, dashing off the rooftop.

Britton gasps and stands, jerking down the burning curtain from the rope. He twirls the curtain, killing the fire before the entire school burns down. He exhales, tossing the burning curtain over the rooftop. The rolled up curtain lands in the flooding water. White steam comes from the sizzling and ending of the flames. She gasps with worry. Britton swings around with a sour frown, lifting his arm with a yell to Persia. "We are done here, babe." He spins around, stomping from her and mixes his boot toes with the other escaping teens.

I gasp with shock, sitting on top of the ratty sofa, looking down at my gem stone with a sour frown. "I don't understand." I exhale, slowing standing and stumbling with the mixture of teens, leaving the watcher station for the night without a good night kiss.

4th day Fairy Academy

7:48 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Breakfast meal

Thunderstorm clouds with one hundred percent rain precipitation

I slowly scuddle but not waddle or scoot from my room, down the stairs through the dark hallway and hear with my eardrums but do not seeing each face.

"Way to go, Persia." One of the male fairies shouts behind the butthole of Persia. I slowly scuddle over each pothole within the floor toward the archway of the banquet room.

"Burn me up, Persia!" Another male fairy laughs in front of Persia.

One of the un-happy teens slowly dashes around Persia with a lady sneer. "That was you, Persia, last night?"

I exhale with annoyance, scudding in my sexy gown, hearing the laughter and the rain. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow inside the black clouds which is shown from the outside front doorless archway. I scuddle in my sexy dress through the archway of the banquet room to the fifteen year fairy table of a patched and dull green fabric tablecloth and stop, rolling my fanny side to side, landing in the worn wooden seat. I exhale with more annoyance, missing the morning introduction from Daffodil.

Daffodil stands on top of the elevated platform, waving her arms, talking about something. I look down to see my repaired plate is empty and view Yachel. She laughs and chews my bread. I frown with more annoyance, reaching and stealing back a tiny sliver of un-slobbered bread slice from her repaired plate. Yachel ignores the stealing, chewing her food with a grin. Daffodil says. "Let us begin our new day of fairy magic and intrigue..."

I break the bread, chewing and hearing Daffodilly as she echoes in the background, as usual. Apella complains about her two bent and almost broken fingernails, as usual. Yachel shows off her three broken fingernails from chipping her gem stone into a wicked weapon, as usual. Zann chews, listening to the complaints, looking up with a worried brow to see Persia. I nod to Zann, chewing and hearing the usual wimpy whininess. Since I have not, am not, and will not chip at my gem stone as it is a pretty ornament of my fairy life. Kuelle wiggles her three bent fingernails and her two new longer fingernails for finishing the job. Nabell shows off three broken fingernails with a giggle.

Daffodil says. "The bread has been broken. Please stand and march forward to your first period academic class, fairies." I wipe my mouth with the patched linen napkin and toss it into the empty plate, slowly standing from the eating table. Yachel and my fellow fairies dash from the banquet room, almost galloping into the first period reflection class.

Apella stands with a smirk to Persia. "Who started the fire on the rooftop last night? Does anyone know?" She swings around, dashing away to the reflection class with a grin and a giggle.

I twist with pain, slowly scuddling to the archway, faking a smile with more annoyance.

8:33 a.m.

1st period Reflection Class

The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow in the black clouds which is shown from the outside front doorless archway. I slowly scuddle in my sexy dress to the first classroom, hearing the thunder, not seeing the rain, since the reflection classroom lacks windows. I really don't want to chip on my stone, ever. And I really don't want to be in this classroom, either. The door opens. I enter the room.

Yachel and the other teens sit and work on their gem stone inside their assigned gem stone seat at the oddly shaped table. The room has grown in both beauty and height. When a stone is chipped, the gem flakes fall on the floor. Then the gem flakes attach to the fairy's chair. The chair of the fairy is actually growing in height too. Yachel is doing an excellent job of chipping her gem stone into a nasty looking sharp point. Her high stool has transformed into a taller bar stool with a back rest. Stad's chair is taller too with a back rest for his back spine.

I scuddle and scoot on top of my assigned stool which displays the same height, same prettiness. I exhale, studying my fellow fairies. I only see a set of hair roots, since every face grins and every fingernail grinds on an individual gem stones. I see the tiny gem flakes fall to the floor and bounce over the shiny floor, sucking up and attach onto the fairy chair like a line of marching ants. The picture is both pretty and creepy.

Thurbet hides in the wall corner as usual for his fun with a wicked smile. "Today, we will learn about truel. Would anyone care to guess?"

Apella looks down and chips at her earring gem stone with her middle fingernail. "A duel of waves..." The teens gasp and chip on the gem stone but Persia.

Thurbet sees the hair roots of each fairy. "Excellent, fairy Apella. A duel is a pre-arranged formal combat between two fairies usually to settle a point of honor. Here at the Fairy Academy, it is a peck of fun. In a truel, there are three fairies, battling for honor or fun..."

Yachel leans down to the tiara of Persia, since her bar stool has grown over the hair roots of Persia. Yachel sits like a princess upon her gem stone colored throne chair, saying with a whisper, chipping on her gem stone with her ring finger. "Truel rhymes with cruel. What do those two words tell ya, darling?"

"Don't know." I frown with worry, staring down at my palm with the pretty magenta gem stone without chipping away. Thurbet taps on his gem stone ring with a wicked grin. I feel my gem stone heat and pulse, gasping at my gem stone, seeing movement inside the dark stone. Three fairies appear as three stick figures of white, blazing against my magenta color.

Thurbet says. "I do not have the plastic walls which are used in the fairy lore classroom. Therefore, I have copied a truel duel stage in each one of your gem stones. Please review the recording as I narrate. There are three fairies, standing in a wide triangle apart from each other, allowing for the flinging gem stone wave." Each teen gasps and watches the action recording inside the gem stone. He smiles. "When called each fairy can fire at one opponent or both, I will not disclose how to shoot a single wave at two fairies. However, I will disclose that you will be learning this new brilliant fairy concept, this year."

"A fairy charm," Gable mouth spits and watches the recording inside his gem stone.

Thurbet grins. "No, it is not a fairy charm. This is a fairy truel, a duel of waves. A fairy can choose to wound or eliminate the other two fairies." Each teen gasps and watches the action recording inside their gem stone.

Thurbet smirks. "Within a truel duel, there is not a gem stone shooting order, such-like, take your turn. No, it is a shoot all, at the same time. Multiply gem stone waves are tossed and shot at each of the three fairies in any type of shooting order, until one is wounded with blood or knockout unconscious which has been the case here at Fairy Academy. You are seeing a performance from first class fairies about three years ago. This truel ended with one winner. The other two fairies were knocked unconscious," chuckling. The teens gasp. Thurbet says. "The point of the truel duel, there is only one single survivor winner of the match. So the goal of the fairy is to shoot the other fairies with an equal or more powerful gem stone wave. The reflector wave will provide that extra hump, winning the truel, each and every time. This is the reason that this class for this year. So you are working on your new reflector stone. The three fairies with the best reflector stones and closest perfect shooting practice performance will be selected to enter the annual truel duel stage at the end of the school year. We hold the truel duel the day before graduation." The teens cheer.

Thurbet says. "Please get chipping on your reflector stone."

I exhale down at my gem stone, touching the gem, feeling the silky smooth surface. I like the smooth surface. I don't like the rough looking jagged edges of Thurbet's ring stone. I look up and scan the hair roots of the fairies. Each fairy slumps forward a set of shoulders, chipping away with a fingernail bone at the gem stone, making it shaper, spiky, pointy, and uglier. I cuddle my gem stone with a sad pout, desiring the period to end.

Reflection class ends at 9:55 a.m.

9:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I slowly scuddle out the room in my sexy dress alone, rubbing my gem stone, turning the clothes into my shirt, my jeans, and my unpolished cowgirl boots and pace to the fairy library, seeing ahead. Yachel tickles Stad with her hands, making sounds of giggles and laughter. I frown with annoyance, jerking my palm gem stone to my lips with a sneer. "Okay. Alright. We do it together later. Yachel, I am repeating your exact words from yesterday. We are working on our fairy tale word, humans. You are not flying today like yesterday. I'm heading to the fairy library..."

Yachel says via her gem stone. "Okay..."

10:15 a.m.

2nd period Fairy Library

Reader chair and tray setting

The cloud thunder sounds. I march down the hallway alone to the library. Currently and like yesterday, the fairy lore classroom was filled with annoying losers, who didn't finish their oral presentation last year, coupled with the irritating winners, who did. Someone had their gem stone playing music too loud.

I can't concentrate on hating Yachel, since she is supposed to be doing her oral presentation on humans. However, I am paired with Yachel to aid her in completing her oral presentation on purpose...naw...on time. The cloud thunder sounds. I enter the white room of the fairy library with a giggle. "Clean." The white walls, the ceiling, and the floor made it seem like a heavy setting of cloud cover. "Whatever." I move and slide over the reader-bench, shooting a very tiny magenta fairy wave at the letter of P on the mini-file cabinet on top of the reader-table. Three reader-tables illuminate with millions of black colored words, long black colored sentences, and colorful photographs. Now, if I have posed in front of the big ceiling to floor filing cabinet for the letter of P, then I had fingernail written out the word protection over the wall. Then one single reader-table would display only the contents of the word, protection. However, that is too logical and reasonable for a teen.

The cloud thunder sounds over the building. I wipe both naked hands over the datum with a giggle, finding the word protection and read out loud to the listening ghosts. "Protection symbols were written in the dirt. Then the rains came down and washed the spiders away." I laugh, holding my side, wiping my eyes. "It says that right here on the reader-table, dumb farting fairies. Then, the nightly flooding washed the symbols from the dirt. Really? Geez, my dead grandmother knows that. So the written symbols were carved into the bark of the trees, since wood is an alley of a fairy and the flooding water do not wash the bark away. It truly says it, right here. The first fairies were born and birthed dumb along the tree limbs. Yeah. It didn't exactly say that but I say that..." The thunder sounds over the rooftop. I look up to see the ceiling but not the nasty weather with a sour frown. "Rain is in the forecast today, fairies." I look down with a giggle, reading more of the fairy data. "Wood is protection for a fairy. Please see the letter of W. Ugh!" I toss my hands in frustration of the fairy library and the other absent fairy gal.

" _Persia."_ Yachel says via her gem stone.

"Speak of Yachel." I say into my gem stone and stand with a sour frown without finding a human, a protection symbol or a fairy license. I turn and dash out the library, jogging down the dark hallway.

10:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I run around the wall corner, seeing the other teens. Yachel walks hand in hand with Stad. I slam into her shoulder with a giggle, bouncing up and down with both excitement and pain.

Yachel slips and slams into Stad, turning with a sneer to see nose profile of Persia. "Hey..."

I pull up beside her with a giggle and a grin. "Hi there, Yachel! Do you know anything about the magic symbols?"

"Nothing."

"There are fairy magical symbols."

She turns and winks at Stad. "O yeah, love is one."

I nod. "O right, so the magic symbols are love, protection..."

She smiles at Stad. "And hope and marriage and family."

I move to the front door-less entrance way of the building with a confused brow. "Really?"

She hugs Stad with a grin and a giggle. "Yeah, my magical symbol is two fairies, me and Stad, sharing lots of fairy magic."

I gasp. "I am serious."

"I am hungry." Yachel points the eating table outside in the rain with a sour frown.

We stop near the front door-less entrance way.

11:04 a.m.

3rd period Coach flying class

Front door-less entrance way setting

Thunderstorm clouds with one hundred percent rain precipitation

The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky over the ground dirt and front porch wooden planks. The lightning dances in yellow inside the black clouds which is shown from the outside archway, since the door is missing. I stand in the row with the other teen fairies.

Gable stands next to Nabell, pointing the rain with a tongue of mouth spit. "It's raining."

Stad claps with a nod and a smile. "Class is dismissed due to bad weather."

Apella frowns. "I don't know. Mentor Hamilcar said that he would conduct the coach flying class, during rain or shine."

Eadric frowns. "I don't believe him. We can't fly in the rain."

"We can't fly in a coach without a rooftop and several missing windows in the rain. I don't believe him, either." Hadwin frowns.

Nabell nods. "My parents fly in the rain to work and to the market. Why can't we learn to fly in the rain too?"

"They have a covered rooftop and six enclosed glass windows from the wetness of the rain, fairy fart." Stad frowns.

"O yeah," Nabell chuckles and cuddles with Eadric.

Kuelle frowns. "I don't wanna get wet."

Britton frowns. "Do we fly today?"

"Yes." Hamilcar stands behind the row of teens as his words echo behind a rear skull and a gem stone. "Activate a raincoat shielding with the fairy charm, rainee offaa."

I lean to Yachel with a whisper and a giggle. "How do spell these silly fairy charm words. R.a..."

"Don't care." Yachel places her palm over her tiara. "Rainee offaa, Yachel." A pale blue mist in the shape of a raincoat covers her tiara, her hair roots, and her entire body down to her boot heels. She giggles. "It tickles." The other teens mumble the fairy charm, presenting a misty gem stone color over a body too.

Hamilcar scoots between the fairies, wearing a mist of burnt orange as his raincoat. He says via his gem stone. "The brownies have constructed a rooftop over the platform. Lunch is hot and steaming. Please assume a seat for the meal. Who would like to test for their fairy license this morning, except fairy Gable? We can all load into the coach from the front steps. I don't perform wild bird flying in the rain."

"The coach is missing windows and a rooftop." Stad points to the stationary coach with a sour frown. The coach sits in front of the busted front porch steps in wetness and shiny from the rain droplets

Hamilcar says. "No matter, the skill is to soar over each obstacle of the coach flying course slow or fast, rain or sun without landing inside the tall trees like fairy Gable." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky over the ground dirt and front porch wooden planks. The lightning dances yellow inside the black clouds which is shown from the outside archway, since the door is missing. All the teens back step with a moan from the front porch, the wet coach, and the rain.

Molfalso chuckles and cuddles Zann with a whisper as she nods with a giggle. Molfalso drags Zann from the row, moving to stand in front of Hamilcar. "I'll fly in the nasty rain, clouds, and lightning. I ain't afraid." The other teens gasp.

Hamilcar nods, "Very good, Molfalso! Who will be your four other fairy passengers?"

Molfalso turns and stares at Apella with a wicked grin and a chuckle. "One..."

Apella crosses her arms over her misty golden raincoat with a sour frown and a sissy whine. "It's pouring down rain, Molfalso. And the coach has got no windows or a door or a rooftop, remember, boy? Can't you pick a sunny day like tomorrow?"

Molfalso thumbs behind a collar bone with an evil chuckle and a wicked grin. "The bees and birds and the bugs are hiding underneath the plants and flowers. Even if, I accidentally swish a flower or a plant stem, the bugs won't attack my four lovely passengers. So this is a brilliant day to play in the obstacle field."

Hamilcar swings around with a nod and a smirk to each fairy. "Molfalso is correct. Today, there will be no bug attacks on the four fairy passengers in the rear seat, only a wet play ground. Who is coming along with driver Molfalso as a fairy passenger? Fairy Apella is required as she made a fairy deal with Molfalso on the first day of coach flying class. Zann is coming also, since she is his fairy friend. Who are the other two friends of Molfalso?" The cloud thunder sounds. The rain pours. The yellow lightning strikes through the dark clouds. The teens back step with a moan from the front porch, the wet coach, and the rain. Hamilcar says. "I would like to remind each fairy. There are nineteen fifteen year old fairies in this class. So nineteen times a new fairy must drive. However, each driver requires four fairy passengers to test for the fairy license. This means each fairy must serve as a fairy passenger about four or five times based on my discretion. If I were a fifteen year fairy passenger, then I would desire to travel with one of the better drivers inside a coach with missing windows, wind shields, doors, and rooftop..."

"Me." Yachel lifts her arm with a giggle.

"Me." I stomp from the fairies with a giggle and a grin.

Yachel says. "You can't argue with fairy logic."

Molfalso chuckles, "Thanks for the compliment, Yachel and Persia. I don't forget favors or compliments. Come on, ya'll. Let's get this done and then eat." He swings around, extending his crimson raincoat into an umbrella too. The umbrella covers both his and her skulls. He escorts her down the steps and into the rear bench seat of the coach, leaning and kisses her lips and pulls back with a smile and a chuckle. The crimson umbrella disappears over his skull, leaving on his crimson raincoat. Zann slides into the middle, wiping her face from the ricocheting rain drops with a giggle and a grin. Molfalso stands and jogs around the front grill of the coach, wearing his crimson rain coat then slides into the driver seat.

Apella stomps down the steps, wearing her golden rain coat, fuming with annoyance. She slides onto the edge of the rear bench, getting wet from the rain. She wipes the drops from her face, splashing down from the open rooftop and side-less sides without four doors.

Yachel elbows Persia with a giggle, running down the steps and scoots around the rear bumper of the coach, wiping the rain from her face as her pale blue raincoat protects the other body parts. I following behind the backs spine of Yachel with a giggle, running and leap over the broken steps, wiping the rain from my smile which is not covered by my magenta rain coat, sliding onto the edge of the rear bench seat and yell via my gem stone. "Go really fast, Molfalso! Break Apella's flying record."

The other teen fairies chuckle and move down to the eating table, wearing a fairy wave rain coats. They sit, picking out food items from the sliding food trays, eating and watching the upcoming coach flying action. The cloud thunder sounds. The rain pours. The lightning bolts strike in yellow against the black clouds. Hamilcar stomps down the steps, sliding into the front passenger seat, rubbing his bracelet gem stone as his burnt orange wave surrounds the girls in the rear, providing a skull helmet and a body web over each body.

Apella waves both hands with a sour frown. "Hey. I got protection."

"You must wear the skull helmet and the body webbing at all times." He also webs his body into the seat without smiling, saying via his gem stone. "You know what to do, Molfalso. Go."

Molfalso rubs his belt buckle with a chuckle and emits a crimson wave over his boot toes. The wave surrounds his body and the coach. He lifts the coach with ease from the ground above two feet, slowly flying forward away from the building and the eating table of other fairies. The other teens point at Molfalso and the coach with a series of chuckles and giggles. They run down the steps through the mud and onto the platform underneath the new rooftop, wearing a fairy wave rain coats too. The platform lifts and rises from the mud into the air, slowly turning around to see the coach performance over the obstacle course as they giggle and grab food items from the sliding plates, eating and watching the coach. Molfalso drives over the flat ground of mud as his crimson wave tosses mud balls over the nose and sides of the coach.

"Ugh! I'm getting mud slapped. Go higher, fool!" Apella flicks off the mud balls from her golden raincoat and her naked face. I wipe the mud from my face with a giggle of fun as my magenta raincoat looks ugly with the clashing red mud balls. The mud balls slowly slide off the wet raincoat from the pouring rain.

Molfalso rubs his gem stone with a faster driving speed. "I obey. We're approaching the short shrubs. So, hold on!" He tilts the coach at an angle, avoiding one tiny green leaf of the shrubs. The girls scream in the rear, feeling the funny sensation of both speed and height, going up into the wet clouds. Molfalso chuckles with Hamilcar as the coach zooms over the short rows of shrubs without disturbing one leaf. "The flies are hiding from the rain." Molfalso says via his gem stone. "We're approaching the field of butterflies and flowers without the butterflies, today." The coach tilts upward, a little more, avoiding the petals of flowers. The girls scream in fright. Their faces view the black clouds. The rain floods their eyelashes and their nose holes. Molfalso sails the fairy coach flying low over the flowers without disturbing a single petal, saying into his gem stone with a chuckle. "All petals are intact as well. We're approaching the wooden fences of honeysuckles..."

"We ain't approaching it. You're approaching it. Stop showing off, Molfalso." Apella wipes the rain from her face with a sneer and closes her eyelashes from the wet droplets. The coach tilts a little more up to the black clouds. The cloud thunder booms. The rain splashes the nose of the coach, hitting and bouncing off Molfalso and Hamilcar, smashing onto the girls in the rear. The coach clears the wooden fences. "You're going too fast. Slow down. I didn't drive like this." Apella yells into her gem stone.

Molfalso says into his gem stone. "Sorry. The honeysuckles and bees are sleeping from the rain today." He chuckles with Hamilcar. He says. "We're heading up to the tree tops now. Hold on good. I'm going faster." The girls scream as the coach tilts a little more upward. I cover my naked face with both my hands from the pelting rain. Yachel covers her arm over her face with a giggle of the wild bird flying. Molfalso says into his gem stone with a chuckle. "I have reached the top of the trees. We're leveling out. I'm flying over the tree tops." The coach slowly descends from the arch and soars even with the top of the trees. The girls exhale with a giggle of relief. Molfalso flies with a chuckle. "Okay! We go home, the long way." The coach jerks to the side as the girls scream. He chuckles. "Sorry. A lightning bolt was there in my flight pathway. We're higher than the sleeping birds. Ya know the lightning looks more white than yellow in the black thick and ugly cloud cover, up here?" The coach swiftly turns, flying over the tree tops and down to the school building as the coach wobbles side to side as the girls scream. Molfalso flies with a laugh. "I sorry! Air turbulence comes from the T-storm. I'm trying to balance the coach." The coach slightly sways side to side. "The best, I got with the hurricane winds, blowing from the east. Hold on. We're approaching the landing strip."

Apella sneers into her gem stone for all eardrums. "There's no landing strip, Molfalso. Drop the coach onto the mud. I want off..."

Molfalso says into his gem stone with a chuckle. "Like this." The coach falls fast down from the tree tops to the flat plant bushes as the girls scream.

Yachel yells into her gem stone. "Shut it, Apella. Stop giving him ideas."

"I want off. Land this thing right now!" Apella snarls into her gem stone to all eardrums. The coach slides to the side, where Apella sits as she grabs the body frame with both hands and scream for her life and then sneers. Molfalso chuckles with Hamilcar as the fairy coach dips down to the ground and levels out as the girls scream.

Molfalso flies with a grin. "I sorry. But I missed that lightning bolt, thou." The coach sways side to side avoiding the flying air debris as Molfalso drives up and down, and side to side. Molfalso chuckles with Hamilcar as the coach flies to the north forest and flips upside as Molfalso steers the wave into an arch over the black clouds, turning back to the covered platform in front of the school building as the girls scream in the rear bench. Yachel wipes the rain from her face with a giggle and a grin. Apella wipes the rain from her distorted face with a lady sneer and a sour frown. Zann lifts and curves her arms around both Apella and Yachel, absorbing some of the body shifting from the sideways flying and shakes her naked and unprotected face, flinging off the rain drops with a smile at her fun fairy boyfriend. I wipe off the rain from my naked face with a giggle, since the raincoat only covers the non-breathing body parts. I grin with excitement at the expert driving hand, I mean the driving crimson fairy wave of Molfalso. The coach slows into a pacing speed, descending above the red mud and water rain puddles with ease and drops, landing in front of the grounded platform with the eating table of fairies.

Apella fights with the webbing which is not coming loose. A burnt orange wave gleams over the girls as the skull helmets and the body webbing straps disappear. She slides out from the bench with a snarl and jumps into the air, igniting her golden wave and leaps on top like a surfer. She surfs from the mud to the front porch surface and jumps off. She retracts her golden wave into her earring with a slurp and disappears into the darkness of the hallway of the school. The other teens point and laugh at Apella.

I slide from the seating, flinging the water from my hands with a giggle and splash through the mud and rain like a little kid, stomping around the long platform and sit on the end.

Yachel slides from the seat with a laugh and jumps, leaping into the air, firing her pale blue wave over the mud. The red mud balls hit the food items and the empty platters. "Don't ruin the food, Yachel." Britton grabs some non-muddy food with a sour frown and cuddles the food into his chest. The pale blue wave lands on top of the front porch. Yachel pounds her foot prints over the rotten planks for fun as the wood falls down into the mud. She swings around, leaping back onto her fairy wave and lands behind Persia, retracting her wave into her palm gem stone with a slurp. And she sits and grabs food items from the sliding platters of food, eating with a grin.

Molfalso slides from the driver's seat, tossing both arms with a grin as the other teens cheer and clap. He bows at his waist, extending his arm for Zann. She scoots off the seat, grabbing his limb with a giggle. Molfalso produces a crimson umbrella shape for two people with his fairy wave.

I gasp. "Look at that trick!"

"No trick. It's fairy magic." Yachel chews with a grin.

Hamilcar stands in front of the coach underneath a burnt orange fairy umbrella, wiping the rain drops from a smiling face and says via his gem stone. "Who is next to fly the coach this rainy day?" The teens sound with a series of giggles and chuckles.

Coach flying class ends at 12:55 p.m. in the thunderstorm and rain.

12:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I stand, patting my full stomach and swing around, running through the rain and mud, skipping up the front porch steps with a confused brow. "How do ya...?"

" _No rainee offaa_ , Yachel." Her pale blue mist in the shape of a raincoat disappears from her tiara, her hair roots, and her entire body as she rubs her gem stone over her wet boot toes and her face with a giggle of the tickling sensation

" _No rainee offaa_ , Persia." My magenta mist disappears as I rub my gem stone over my wet body parts. "How do you know to say that?"

"No is the opposite of yes. So add the word no to any formed wave object, suck-like, a coat, or hat, or protection or whatever."

"How do you know all that too?"

"The fairy library."

"O. Bad on me." I morph into a pair of clean and dry blue jeans and a dry pair of polished cowgirl boots. A fairy girl always brings two pairs of cowgirl boots in case.

1:08 p.m.

4th period hour

Combination Enchantment and Gem Class

The classroom door opens. I enter through the dark tunnel into the smelly auditorium, stopping and standing in the group of teen fairies.

Kaapo stands near the peeling dull beige wall with a nod and a smile. "It is rain today. We will practice flicking our fingers lightly inside the auditorium. Please sit in a row on the floor," she points up to the broken and chipped concrete.

"Is that like flicking a flea from a horse, of course?" Hadwin laughs.

Kaapo frowns. "Yes, of course. Sit on the floor in a row. Ahead of your faces, there is long line of rubber balls. The balls are thickly rubber and slightly heavier than a regular ball. This is a good exercise for strengthening your wave, using your fairy fingers and thumb or fingers or thumb. You might grow an additional appendage too. You can work at your own speedy pace, whacking the ball against the wall on the opposite side. Do not hit other fairies only other balls. I am working with Mentor Oviv for a fabulous exhibition tomorrow, if not raining. So be good fairies and practice your hand exercises. Begin." She turns and leaves the auditorium.

Britton turns and views the archway with a nod and a grin. "Working on a beverage break, she ain't coming back until the end of class. Let's leave."

"Leave and do what, hairy fairy? It's raining, boy. Look out the other archway. We can't run into the forest and shoot squirrels." Stad moves and sits on the floor, cuddling with Yachel. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door also. Each fairy moves and sits on the floor, whipping out a fairy wave in the air with a formed hand of a set of fingers and a thumb.

Gable forms his stubby lime green thumb, turning it upside down, gently hits the single ball. The ball slowly rolls and softly smashes into the peeling dull beige paint on the opposite side of the room. He claps with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit for his wave victory.

Stad forms three pale yellow fingers and a thumb from his fairy wave, flicking his fairy index finger at the single ball. The ball hits and launches up to the top of the wall, breaking numerous paint chips and ceiling plaster. Then the force of impact causes the ball to ricochet, coming back to him. Stad catches it with a fairy hand with a chuckle and flicks the ball to the ceiling again for fun.

I form a single slender elegant magenta finger with my fairy wave and scoot my finger into the ball. The ball rolls to the wall, stopping. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door too.

Yachel grins. "Slam it into the wall, breaking the paint, Persia."

I retract my magenta finger to my face and release. My fairy finger flies through the air above the broken chips of the concrete and slams into the ball. The ball hits the upper middle of the wall and flies backward to my face in a surprise move.

Yachel shifts a fairy wave, cupping her fairy wave hand of two light blue fingers and thumb into Persia's face, capturing the ball with a giggle. "Strike one! Do it again but faster this time. You might got you another fingernail, fairy."

I retract my fairy finger, since I only form one appendage from my magenta fairy wave. I slam my finger into the ball. The ball hits the top of the wall, breaking off the paint chips. The chips land onto the floor. The ball flies backward to my face. I lift my finger, hitting the ball again. The ball hits the wall, busting more paint chips and flies backward towards me. I hit it again with a giggle to strengthen my hand and my single finger for exercise and fun.

Yachel slams two fairy fingers into the two balls with a grin. The two balls hit the wall at the same time and ricochet back into her face. She quickly whips her fingers in front of her face, capturing them and slams back the two balls against the wall for a second time. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door too.

Britton forms two dark blue fairy fingers and a thumb from his wave and hits the ball, watching it bust the paint chips on the opposite side of the room. The ball flies backward near his face. He slides to the side, letting the ball hit and catch inside the sitting bleachers. He frowns. "This is baby fairy tossing. My dead grandmother could do this inside her fairy mound."

Apella forms from her golden wave, showing off her four nasty looking skeleton fingers with claw-like nails and flicks at four balls with four different fairy fingers. The four balls hit the wall, dropping both paint and plaster chips over the floor on the opposite of the room as the ball ricochets backward and hits four different fairies. She watches the ball pathway without blocking the collision with a grin and a giggle. "Sorry, ya'll." Stad slams the ball with his pale yellow wave away from his distorted face into Hadwin, turning and sneering at Apella. Hadwin catches the ball, popping out the air with a boom with his naked hands, turning and sneering at Apella too. Apella stands from the floor, turning sideways with a wink to see the angry males as her golden wave jerk up to the ceiling. Her four fingernails flick pieces of ceiling plaster off the paint, landing and hitting more fairies. "Is there is something wrong, ya'll?" She stares at the two fairies with a grin and a giggle.

I gasp with shock, sitting on the floor, yelling into my gem stone. "Stand down, Apella! You're going to get into farting trouble, tart." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door too.

Yachel stands with a sneer to Apella, flinging the ceiling particles from her tiara and her hair roots. "Do you want a fight, fairy?"

Apella giggles with a grin. "I'm so afraid of you, Yachel. Not, girly!"

Hadwin stands with a sour frown and a sneer. "I'm not afraid of you, Apella either." He bounces the ball with his dark brown finger against the floor, breaking more concrete bits. Yachel, Stad, Walcott, and Hadwin move and scoot to Apella. Apella standing her spot with a lady sneer and flings her golden fingers down to the floor, dancing her claw-like nails over the surface, breaking the concrete into chips. Eadric, Nabell and Britton stand and slide their bodies beside Apella as they all face and sneer at the opposite four fairies.

Nabell stomps her boot heel with a growl. "She didn't mean any harm, ya'll. Back down all of ya'll loser fairies right now."

"Naw! She meant great harm but can't do it. But I can." Yachel kicks the balls from her boot toe with a lady snarl, stopping and forming a row of fighting fairies.

Gable stands from the floor, retracting his lime green wave and move backward away from the sneering fairies with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. "Farmers versus fairies."

I stand and scoot back from the upcoming ugly action with a sour frown and a matching tone. "That sounds so wrong."

The four fairies and the four farmers face each other. Apella flings three balls at Yachel. Yachel slaps them back into Nabell. Nabell slides to the side, hitting two of them with her dark orange fairy fist, since she only possesses one finger and a thumb. The balls fly back into Hadwin's face. Hadwin punches the two balls with his dark brown wave fist, kicking a third ball with his boot toe. The third balls sail to Apella. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door too. Apella giggles, curving her four golden fingers, capturing the three balls. She tosses them back at Yachel. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door too. Yachel dives to the side as the three balls soar through her hot spot. Then the three balls hit the opposite wall, bouncing back over the floor to Apella and Nabell.

Kaapo and Oviv rush and dash into the room, stopping and standing near the bleachers. Kaapo frowns. "What is this?"

"That's a reoccurring word, too, this year." Gable sits in the bleachers out of harm and watches the fairy fight.

Oviv waves both arms with a giggle and a grin, "Ah! This is maybe a little playful rumble between the teens? Alright! Do ya'll wanna fight? Yachel and her team mates turn and stand against the far wall away from the bleachers. Apella and her team mates, you go and stand against the opposite wall. The rest of the non-fighting fairies come and sit inside the bleachers." She turns and moves to the first row of bleachers, facing the fighting teens with a grin and a giggle. The teens swing around, running to the appropriate wall and spin around, facing each other, sneering and snarling with fighting fury.

Kaapo moves and sits inside the bleacher for safety with Kaapo. "Get on your knees. You will fight with your wave fingers like swords. Get down now. The other fairies get into the bleachers for safety. Ya'll be the cheerleaders, supporting your devoted team. Farmers versus fairies."

Gable stands, tossing both arms with a grin. "I said that. I called them that phrase too. Farmers versus fairies."

Oviv says. "Sit down, fairy Gable! Alright! Present your hand, showing all your fingers and thumb, if ya got one. You will fight the fairy on the opposite way until defeated or dead..." The teens gasp. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the rear archway of the auditorium with a missing door too. She grins via her gem stone. "Fairy humor, ya'll. You can use finger or all your appendages."

Nabell gasps, studying her single fairy finger and a thumb. "That's not a fair fight."

"This is not a fair fight. It is a fairy fight." Oviv laughs with Kaapo. "The only rule, you cannot attack the wave itself, only the wiggling appendages. You can form a fist, but you must hit the fingers, not the wave or the fairy on the other end. Okay. Ready. Set. Fight."

Eight individual colored waves sail from both walls, slamming into the formed fingers. Apella wiggles her four golden fingers, trying to capture Hadwin's three without success. Hadwin rolls his dark brown finger to the left and to the right of Apella, sometimes, slamming her golden fingers with a chuckle. Nabell frowns, gliding her dark orange fairy finger and a thumb at Stad.

Stad slams his three pale yellow fingers into her single finger, shoving the dark orange fairy finger backward with force and a sneer. Nabell's finger almost touches her dark orange wave at the tip, gritting her teeth, feeling the pain like a real body appendage. She exhales, retracting her dark orange wave. Stad hangs onto her dark orange finger, dragging over the floor and slams his pale yellow fairy fist into her shocked naked face. Nabell groans in pain, falling sideways over the floor. Eadric gasps, seeing his girlfriend harmed and unconscious, lying on the floor. He lowers his emerald wave from the air, almost touching the floor, releasing the tight grip of the two pale blue fingers and a thumb of Yachel.

Oviv points with a sour frown to Nabell. "Fairy Nabell is out of the finger fighting. Still fight, fairies. Keep going until all is out or all is lost," elbowing Kaapo.

Yachel tosses her pale blue fingers into the air, forming a fairy fist, plowing her fist down on top of his emerald green wiggling fairy fingers. His two fingers flatten over the concrete, breaking more concrete chips and as Eadric yells in pain like real fingers and sneers, lifting his wide emerald wave hand from the broken concrete. Yachel pounds her fairy fist into his floating wiggling emerald fingers, trying to stop the movement without success. Stad swings his pale yellow fist to Yachel, opening his fingers and lowers his hand, cupping her pale blue hand into his larger fist, creating one gigantic big fairy wave fist. The colors of light pale and pale yellow make a pretty mint green. The other teens gasp with a smile. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds, shown from the outside archway. The door is missing.

Kuelle drops open a mouth and points to the pretty mint green fist. "How did they do that? I know from personal experience, touching another gem stone fairy wave stings and bites, making ya sick to your stomach."

Gable places both hands over his heart with a smile. "Awe! They have formed the fist with love. They're love fairies."

I sit next to Gable with a giggle at the mint green fist. "They don't sound right, Gable."

Stad lifts their combined mint green fairy fist and slams into the three emerald fingers of Eadric with a growl, feeling the impact like a real fist. Yachel screams from the sudden smash. Eadric yells, retracting his emerald wave from the attack with the mint green fist on top. Stad lifts the mint green fist faster. The emerald wave slams back into the stomach guts of Eadric, knocking him into the wall as he grunts and slumps forward with pain, closing his eyelids.

Oviv frowns. "Another fairy bites the flooring, eating the paint chips."

Apella and Hadwin finger fight, batting the tips of the multiple fingers. She slams her golden fingers over his dark brown hand. Then he whips back his hand, slapping his dark brown fingers over her golden hand. They battle in this formation, rising up to the ceiling.

Apella slams her golden hand over his fingers. His dark brown fairy hand falls further down below Apella's wiggling fingers. He grunts, rippling his dark brown wave from the gem stone and increases power to his three fingers. His hand thrusts upward and underneath Apella's golden palm. Her knuckles fly fast, slapping the ceiling, getting stuck and jerks her golden wave hand down but still stuck. She ripples her golden wave, strengthening the intensity of her fingers but is still stuck, wiggling both her fingers and the wave side to side. Then her golden hand falls from the ceiling. Paint chips, plaster, and broken tiles fly through the air. The fairy charm protectee and a fairy name mumbles from each pair of lips as a set of arms cover the eyelids from the trash and debris of the fight. The four golden fingers of Apella all fall and flop over the concrete, creating more broken chips. The other teens laugh. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds, shown from the outside archway. The door is missing.

Hadwin tosses his regular arm and his dark brown wave with a formed fairy hand up into the ceiling, breaking more ceiling chips with a chuckle and a yell. "Yeehaw! We won the fairy fight, ya'll."

Yachel retracts her pale blue fairy wave into the gem stone with a loud slurp and jumps up and down over the floor with a grin and a cheer. Stad raises his wave with the three pale yellow fairy fingers, busting more ceiling plaster, popping each chip with the pale yellow wave for fun with a laugh. Yachel dashes to Stad, hugging him. He retracts his pale yellow wave with a slurp and hug Yachel. Persia stands upright from the bleachers and claps, bouncing with excitement of the nasty finger fight.

Oviv says with a sour frown into her gem stone. "Fairies, you suck! Do you call that a fairy battle? You lost the war to the fairy farmers. You should be both ashamed and humiliated. Alright, class is dismissed. Get going, fairies. Get out for the day." She crosses her arms, shaking her curls and her tiara with a frown.

I turn and frown to Oviv and then smile to Yachel. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds, shown from the outside archway. The door is missing. Yachel and Stad turn and stroll to the dark tunnel, hugging and laughing. I spin around with a giggle and follow behind the back spine of the wining fairy team, Yachel and Stad. The classroom door opens.

Enchantment and Gem Class ends at 3:55 p.m.

3:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I move further away from the auditorium, morphing into my fancy gala gown and scuddle and cuddle with Britton with a happy smile. "I find that the farmers are better at fairy firing." The thunder booms over the rooftop. Britton and I slowly stroll down the dark hallway without the windows, a set of overhead lights or one pretty picture of anyone but the fairy queen.

Britton turns and frowns at her nose profile, "Naw!"

I turn and frown at his face. "Yeah, you need to admit the truth. They're very good at fairy firing."

"No."

"Yes."

"Maybe so?"

"Maybe so? They are the 'bestest' fairies..."

He sneers. "They're FFs." The thunder booms over the rooftop.

I frown at his nose profile. "What's a FF?"

He laughs out loud. "Farmer fairy for fart farms, not firing fairy rays.

I frown. "I don't feel and like your 'F' sounds, Britton."

4:04 p.m.

5th period Coronation Class

Banquet room setting

The thunder booms over the rooftop. The throne room does not contain a window to a ray of sunshine or a drop of rain. The banquet room door opens. Gable and Apella rush and dash through the archway first and stand in the front of the respective fairy walking lines second. Britton and I move through the archway with our fellow fairies, slowly shuffling into the proper positions, without Daffodil yelling like yesterday.

Daffodil stands on top of the funny looking bubble-shaped beige elevated platform stage in front of the ugly chair which is made of beveled half-shaped balls too but not the sitting fanny part, saying with a smile via her gem stone. "I expect perfection today. No eating the cake. No drinking the ale. No tripping over your big feet, fairy Gable."

Gable shakes a skull to Daffodil. "I don't do that. It was..."

Daffodil says via her gem stone. "Hush, fairy Gable. No fighting with any other fairy. No bathroom breaks either. Please begin."

Stad shouts. "Do we have to, mommy?" The thunder booms over the rooftop.

Daffodil says. "I am narrating this afternoon..." The teens moan.

She grins. "Your moans are off-key too along with your footsteps. Now, Apella and Gable grab a gift, slowly moving down the wall and then into the center." Apella and Gable grab a gift and move forward down the wall to the middle and face other, walking and spin to see to Daffodil. The fairy mistress sits on the edge of the ugly throne chair with a smile and a nod. "Good, so far." Apella and Gable walk together forward, ending at the throne stage and kneel. They hold the gifts for 1.2 seconds and giggle, swinging around, sitting on the floor. The other teens copycat their footsteps, sitting and watching the other fairies. The thunder booms over the rooftop. Kuelle and Eadric successfully arrive without an incident, kneeling with their individual gifts and swing around and sit on the floor to watch the other fairies. Nabell and Walcott grab the gifts, moving forward down the wall and face each, walking to the center. Walcott extends his hand to the cake for some stealing time with a chuckle. Daffodil gasps. "Walcott, do not eat that cake." Walcott spins and faces Daffodil with a full mug of ale too. Nabell and Walcott march to the throne chair and stop, kneeling, lifting a gift to Daffodil the pretend fairy queen. Daffodil grins. "Good." Walcott and Nabell spin around, sitting and watching the other fairies. Molfalso and Zann grab an individual gift, winking at each other from across the room, strolling forward down the wall, winking at each other from across the room too. They face each other with a smile and a chuckle, stomping closer to the center without dropping the gift or tripping over their feet. Daffodil nods. "Good, so far."

Apella slides a finger to her earring and taps, releasing her golden fairy wave, creating a tiny golden wave ball. The golden ball falls over the floor, rolling sideways from Apella and stops in the foot path of Zann. Zann stomps on over golden wave ball and hops on one foot from the heated ball. Molfalso gasps, tossing the ale into the air and dashes, grabbing Zann before she falls over the floor and sneers, releasing his crimson wave, grabbing the ale in the other hand. Zann and her plate of cake cuddle into his chest. He turns and sneers at giggling Apella. The thunder booms over the rooftop. Daffodil grins. "Good save, Molfalso with both the ale and the cake. Please start again." Molfalso releases Zann. She swings around and moves back to the archway. He stomps his boot toe to Apella with a snarl. "Fairy Molfalso, go back and start your coronation walk again." Daffodil yells in the throne chair. Molfalso spins around, flexing his fists with a low mumble, drinking the mug of ale and swings around, standing at the archway. They each grab a new individual gift, moving forward down the wall and face each, walking to the center. They reach the center safely and spin to see Daffodil without a smile. Daffodil nods. "Good, so far." The thunder booms over the rooftop.

Molfalso and Zann move and stop, kneeling, presenting a gift above the hair roots for .003 seconds and stand, spinning around and scoots down the floor. They cuddle each other, watching the other fairies. Yachel is next, reaching grabbing the plate of pretty cake with a smile, dashing down wall, watching her boyfriend Stad. Daffodil frowns. "No, Yachel. Walk slowly and gracefully like a fairy princess, if you can. Now, please start again." The thunder booms over the rooftop.

Yachel stops with a sour frown. "My feet hurt." She spins around, moving to the archway and swings around, flinging her dress hem into Persia with a giggle and walks forward down the wall.

Stad walks and winks at her along the wall. "These little white cakes look good enough to eat..."

Yachel pats the top of the cake and licks her fingertip with a giggle and a wink. "Made of rich butter cream frosting and thick banter of eggs, flour and..." she faces Stad. He leans down and burps into her cheekbone with a grin, moving towards the center stage and turns to face Daffodil with a chuckle.

Daffodil gasps. "What...what is that disgusting sound? Where is your ale, Stad?"

Stad holds the empty mug, burping with a grin. "I drunk it. I drink it. I drank it. Good, too." He burps again. The watching teens laugh.

"Start all over again." Daffodil points the archway with a sour frown. The thunder booms over the rooftop.

Stad swings around with a chuckle and moves back to the archway. "Okay! If ya insist, I would love to start over again. I love ale, my second one today."

Daffodil exhales. "Do not steal or drink the ale, Stad."

Stad stops and spins around with a sour frown to see Daffodil. "And you want me to do it again. What in tarnation for, Mentor Daffodil?" The thunder booms over the rooftop.

Coronation class ends at 4:55 p.m.

5:04 p.m.

Hallway setting

The thunder booms over the rooftop. I march out the archway with Yachel, rubbing my gem stone over my sexy tight dress and breathe, looking with a confused brow at the front door-less entrance way. "My feet hurt from standing. And I'll never get to do my coronation walk. You and Stad stole the show, this afternoon." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds, shown from the front doorless archway.

Yachel watch Stad ahead of them with a smile and a giggle. "We did."

I thumb the archway behind my fanny. "And it's raining, again. We can't go to the watcher station, tonight."

"Rain and rain go away right now. It didn't work. And I don't wanna get wet." Yachel smiles. Stad spins around and tosses an invisible kiss to her. She catches it, placing on her lips with a giggle. I watch Britton. He walks and elbows his buddies with a laugh down dark hallway. I frown with annoyance, since Britton never looks for me, at me, or with me. Yachel grins. "Let's go to your bedroom, Persia, and do something to kill the wet evening."

I exhale. "Okay." I turn and move up the stairs, stopping, standing in front of my bedroom door. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The door opens.

5:14 p.m.

4th floor level

Private bedroom setting of Persia

Dinnertime meal

I enter my bedroom and stand in the middle of the room. Well, I stand slightly off center in the room. The door closes. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of my bedroom windows. My bed stands the middle behind a set of windows and across from the reader-chair. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of my bedroom windows. I'm bored and not wet. I giggle and walk to the loveseat, folding into the ratty fabric, touching the fabric of pink and orange flowers, frowning at the ugly brown and yellow stains from the previous fairy girl of third class.

The door opens. Yachel enters the room, banging the two food trays into the door frame and moves and drops the trays at the low table in front of the loveseat with Persia. I aim and shoot my magenta wave, retrieving the tray, landing it inside my lap. "Why do we meet inside my room each and every lunchtime and dinner setting?" The plastic white wall shimmies in colored lines of apricot and light brown waves.

Yachel chews and swallows with a giggle. "To you to communicate with your parents!" The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

I gasp and stand. "How do they know?"

"They know everything."

"They do not."

She laughs with food particles between the teeth. "They do so know everything." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of my bedroom windows.

"Squash against the wall and the loveseat, while I make them disappear again." I dash and slide into the reader-chair, blinding them from Yachel. My parents do not like Yachel. Actually, they are very disrespectful of Yachel, who is my best friend and dearest farm neighbor. The wall morphs into two people, sitting together on top of a yellow and green patched semi-ratty sofa, but it smells clean thou. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows. I fake a smile. "Mom. Dad..."

"Persia." Her mom grins. "How is school, honey?"

I fake a smile. "Rainy." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

"It is raining and thundering out here, too, honey." Her mom nods.

"How's your chipped gem stone looking?" Her dad grins.

I grin. "Yachel got her fairy license, yesterday. Apella got her fairy license, first one in our class. Molfalso flew in the rain today. I flew with him today, too. It was both fun and dangerous..." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

"Are you chipping away at your gem stone, Persia? The purple gem will glow with red and blue fire, honey." Her dad grins.

I slightly nod. "Yeah, it's glowing with fire..."

Her mom frowns. "When are you testing for your fairy license?"

I fake a smile. "Soon, soonest, maybe tomorrow, if the weather is a pretty sunny day..." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

Her mom frowns. "Well everything seems to sound like work in process..."

"Work in progress, Mom. I am working and progressing at my own pace. This is the purpose of Fairy Academy..."

"To be the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland," Her dad grins. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

"Yeah, the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland, that's me. Well, I need to chip away." I grin.

Her mom grins. "Chip ahoy, too."

I frown. "What?" The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

Her dad grins. "Your mom means to say 'ships ahoy.' It is a nautical reference for sailing ships on the ocean waters."

I frown. "O. Okay. Love ya much, Mom and Dad."

"Good night, Persia! We both love you too." Her dad grins. The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

"Bye, Persia. We both love you." Her mom grins. The wall turns into white hue again.

I scoot and stand from the reader-chair with a confused brow. "Chip ahoy? Ships ahoy? Chip away? My parents are really weird." I move and sit in the loveseat, diving into my food meal.

Yachel chews and swallows the food with a frown, "Really weird." The thunder booms over the rooftop. The rain pours from the dark sky. The lightning dances in yellow among the black clouds which is shown through the creaks of the bedroom windows.

5th day Fairy Academy

8:08 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Breakfast meal

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

I hum a familiar song, scuddling from my room, down the steps and into the dark hallway, ignoring the ugly pictures of the one and only fairy queen.

The banquet room door opens. I glide through the archway, stopping and rolling my tight fanny side to side inside the tight dress and land into inside the chair. The fellow fairy girls of Third Class are quietly eating. Correction there, the fellow fairy girls of the third class are trying to eat a single bread slice. Since some of the skin fingers are individually wrapped with a red cloth. The red on the cloth is blood from chipping the fingernail bone on the hard rock stone. I gag and swallow the bile back down my tight esophagus and exhale, not touching my bread. I feel nausea, gently touching my healthy finger pads under the table surface and feel my nicely smooth rounded and polished green painted finger nails without cuts of red or bruises of blue.

Apella holds her bread slice with a set of the pinky fingers and two thumbs from each hand, since the other six are wrapped in white cloth. The wrapped tips of six individual cloths consist of dried red blood. Nabell tears her bread slice with her teeth, holding the food with eight wrapped digits. Her thumb nails are healthy without injury. Kuelle lifts her bread slice with a set of ten wrapped clothed finger tips without getting the bread into her mouth.

Daffodil stands on top of the platform, saying with a smile via her gem stone. "Let use break the bread..." Sometimes, you can't stomach when another fairy is injured or exhibiting visual pain. Now, it is that time for me. I exhale, studying Zann.

Zann does not show her lovely fingernail manicure of pink colors either. Since, she hasn't chipped on her pretty pink gem stone, wearing it on her hand as a ring. She swallows the bile down her esophagus, watching the pitiful girls attack the semi-hard bread roll and darts her eyelashes to Persia, slightly nodding and holding back her vomit too. I slightly nod without any appetite or any vomit also.

Pain and blood doesn't bother Yachel. She steals the bread from Persia's and Zann's plate. She swallows her piece and crams the new bread into her mouth. Both her index and middle fingers on each hand are wrapped in red blood stained cloth also.

Daffodil says via her gem stone. "We have broken the bread. Please stand and attend your first period academic course." The door opens.

Apella stands, scooting from the table, chewing her breads and dashing out the archway. Kuelle and Nabell stands, toting and chewing on the bread slice. Yachel crams both bread slices in record time and stands, drinking her milk and turns to show off food particles between her teeth to Persia and rubs her gem stone down her clothes, changing into her blue jeans and her boots before hitting the archway.

I swallow the bile down my tight throat and view my empty plate, standing from the table, swinging around and scuddle through the archway to my reflection class.

The door closes.

8:28 a.m.

Hallway setting

I scuddle inside the sexy tight dress and stroll down the dark hallway, over each pothole. Zann slowly moves with Persia, dragging a green cape over the dirty floor, looking out the doorless archway of the front porch. "A pretty day..."

I turn and look out the door-less entrance archway of the front porch too. "Yes, a pretty day!" She and I silently scuddle towards the reflection class with a sad face.

8:35 a.m.

1st period Reflection class

The classroom door opens. Zann enters, strolling and standing at her stool. Molfalso stops chipping and briefly hugs her. His three fingers from the index to middle to ring on his right hand bleeds in dripping red blood, falling over the pretty colorful floor. The floor doesn't suck down the fairy blood like the blacksmith floor did last year as fourth class fairies. It dries and evaporates into tiny ashes of red powder, drifting away with the slight breeze in the room. When the door opens again, the red powder will drift up and long through the air and dissolve into nature.

I stroll and slide into my stool, scanning my best friend. The door closes. Yachel slumps forward at her shoulders, chipping away with a ring finger on her right hand. Her pale blue gem stone flakes fall and dance over the floor as they hunt for an empty spot within the room.

Thurbet stands in the wall corner with both his hands behind his fanny with a smirk like always. "There will no chipping today inside the classroom. Please remove your fingernail from your gem stones. Today, we will try out your new and improve gem stone power shot..."

"Me!" Apella slides upright from her stool, standing and waving her arms with a smile and a chuckle. "I'm ready. I've been chipping, since the first day of school. Look at my earring. The gem stone was a princess cut with a smooth flat surface. Now, the gem stone is piled with jagged edges into a point, looking nasty and deadly sharp." The other teens turn and gasp at her earring gem stone.

Thurbet turns and slides down the pretty wall, touching it with his cheekbone and his hand with a wicked grin, walking around the room, "Very good, fairy Apella! We are ready for some fairy volunteers. Who would like to shoot their newly chipped gem stone ray at a real target?"

Stad stands with a nod and a grin. "I'm ready too." He lifts his belt buckle, showing fresh blood on three fingers of his left chipping hand. The belt buckle has been re-structured into a tiny tower of jagged points in the center. The other teens turn and gasp at the buckle gem stone.

Thurbet nods. "No need for any more volunteers, since everyone is ready also. Please stand from your stools. And I would like to quickly compliment the stools of fairy Apella, Molfalso, Stad, Walcott, Hadwin, Britton, Kuelle, Nabell, and Yachel. Your stools are beaming with new gem stone flakes with awesomeness. Now, every fairy exit out into the bright sunshine. We will test each gem stone for both distance and range of the firing ray today for my evaluation and your assessment." He spins around to face the archway. The door opens. All the other fairies leap from the stationary stool, running through the archway behind Thurbet.

I exhale with a puff of worry, sitting and watching the brave bold fairies leave the room, sliding off the stool. I do not wiggle my gem stone over my sexy dress, hoping I can go last or not at all for the physical examination in reflection class. Zann moves ahead of Persia out of the room. I slowly scuddle through the open archway, feeling worry and concern. The classroom door closes.

Outside dry grass and red dirt setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

The other teen fairies dash ahead and stop, forming a semi-crooked line over the moist ground and healthy grass. I slowly struggle down the broken steps, wearing my long dress and my heels and arrive without a nose blood on the grass, stopping and standing and cross my arms then uncross them, not wanting attention drawn to my annoyance of reflection class.

Thurbet dances side to side on the side of the green grass, saying into his ring gem stone. "You can tell the difference between your smooth gem stone wave versus the bold reflector flake that has been chipped and stacked by you inside the polished stone. The reflector flakes will disappear with a mirror-like reflection, a ray of bright light within the gem stone wave similar to mine." He lifts and aims his ring gem stone, targeting an object in the far distance even with his body and fires, saying via his gem stone. "My thick lavender ray twinkles and winks with red reflector flakes as it burns the tree. I can't slow down the speed of the firing ray, but I hope you saw the reflection of the red colors. This is the purpose of the reflection class." The teens gasp.

I gasp and exhale, "Poor tree."

Thurbet says via his gem stone ring. "There are nineteen fairies here in third class and there are nineteen far away objects for each fairy. I have marked a targeting lane with my lavender ray along the grass. Please stand in a lane and pick an object. I am measuring for speed, distance, and thickness of your newly chipped firing ray, not accurately of burning the target inside your lane. Go." The teens scatter and select a firing lane for a target of desire. I exhale, rubbing my gem stone over my dress, changing into my jeans and jog along the rough dirt, standing next to Yachel. The other teens aim a gem stone at the far object and wait for the command from Thurbet. Thurbet says via his gem stone. "The speed of your firing ray does not matter much, if you do not achieve great distance with the shot. Therefore, you will release your firing ray and then hold the energy wave until I tap you on the shoulder or kick your leg as I am much shorter than some of the teen males and females," chuckling. "Stand in front of the object for a better aim and hold your breath for a steady flow. I promise I will tap on the body part, before you pass out. Fire!" I lift and aim my palm gem stone at the healthy tree and fire, watching my plain old smooth magenta wave float down between the lined lavender markings. I do not fret with regret not killing it. I dropped my wave, before striking the target. I don't care. I am not going to war or battle or the bathroom this moment. The fairy wave aim of each teen fires and then hits into the thick forestland of trees, smashing into one to too many objects while disintegrating a entire new tree line. The aim of some of the teens fire and hit the dirt like Zann. She shoots her pink wave to the dirt, spraying tiny dirt tornados into the air with a grin and a giggle. Thurbet says via his gem stone ring. "Halt!" All the teens retract back a firing ray with a loud slurp into the gem stone, standing in line like a good batch of fairy soldiers.

Thurbet moves and stands behind to Apella with a wicked grin. "I am going to critique your performance and your gem stone chipping, one at a time. I am not seeing the results that I would like after one week of chipping your stone. Fire, Apella!" Apella aims and fires her golden wave from her earring, hitting the forest. Two trees burn. Thurbet grins with a nod. "Very good, fairy Apella! Keep on chipping your gem stone and then you will press your golden fairy ray all the way to the miller house." He sidesteps to the next fairy with a chuckle. "Kuelle, please fire while I assess your particular firing ray."

Yachel leans over to Persia with a whisper and a grin, "How interesting? Did ya notice all the different colors from the fairies?"

I watch Apella burn the forest down with a sour frown and a matching tone, "Naw."

Yachel grins. "Remember in Gem Class? Kaapo called our handpicked gem stone, a personality rock? I didn't understand it then back in fifth class. But I completely understand, now."

I watch the fire from Kuelle burn the forest down with Apella's fire, "Naw."

Yachel grins. "Kuelle is firing a lilac colored ray from her lilac colored gem stone. The color of lilac means immaturity."

I gasp and turn with a worried brow to see Yachel. "It is. Well her gem stone matches her wee fart personality. She was very immature about her boyfriend Walcott, doing the fairy queen coronation walk with Nabell."

"Yeah, I, now, realize that the rock chose Kuelle. The rock somehow knew or sensed her wee fart immaturity."

I gasp with a whisper. "How's that possible, Yachel?"

She frowns. "I don't know. But we are fairies. We possess fairy magic within our matter, energy, and soul. So I guess that the landscape and the gems also posses fairy magic too. So we all mesh together on the island of Fairyland. So that means we can never, ever leave Fairyland for any reason."

I nod. "My mom has an apricot wave. She always says that she is a good with communication. My dad has a light brown wave, representing sincerity. He is always sincere to others. Yeah. I see and understand that the rock has both matched and meshed our individual unique personality within the core of the rock." I swing around to see the fairy wave. "Walcott is shooting an amethyst ray."

She says. "Amethyst represent vulnerable."

I watch each colored ray fire from each fairy with a puzzled brow and a whisper. "I don't think that. Walcott is vulnerable to nothing. Hadwin shoots out a dark brown ray."

"Dark brown is strength."

I giggle. "I can see the strength in Hadwin's personality, except his ray should be nicknamed 'the big mouth' or 'the show off' instead. He's always the show off in our third class. Nabell is firing a dark orange ray."

"Dark orange represents ambition."

I giggle. "Yup, that explains all of Nabell. Eadric shoots out a green emerald ray."

"Emerald means inspiration."

I laugh. "Yeah, he's inspired to entertain nasty Nabell foreverly. Gable shoots a lime green colored wave, not hitting nothing but the dirt like me."

"Lime green represent youthfulness."

I grin. "Gabbie looks youthful and happy too. Britton releases a dark blue ray. What's that mean, Yachel?"

"Dark blue is responsibility."

I turn and smile to her. "That's excellent! We're in love and plan to marry after graduating the Academy, of course. So he'll be a good responsible husband like my dad. Remember in fifth class, that girl named Lugina. She wore that peach colored tiara and gown, matching her gem stone like my mom. She was a good communicator with the unicorns too. Wow. This fairy magic stuff really works on fairies. Ya know each fairy mentor has a unique wave color too? Daffodilly is bright yellow."

"The general color of yellow represents knowledge."

I look at my fairy monitor and Yachel with a whisper. "Thurbet has moved down the fairy line to Zann. She burps out a tiny pink wave, not hitting the tree either. I know pink represent sweetness. She is a sweet fairy, not wanting to chip her gem stone either like me. I see the attraction of her to Molfalso. Molfalso fires a crimson wave."

"Crimson is determination."

I giggle. "Molfalso's very determined in making Zann his girl. Stad is next the fairy, breathing down Thurbet's hair roots being more handsome and taller. He fires a pale yellow ray. What does that mean?"

"Pale yellow is jealousy."

I gasp. "That's so dang true. He's one jealous fairy over you."

She giggles. "He's my fairy man and lucky for me that my personality rock is pale blue. Pale blue color means that I am loyal to my fairy man too."

Thurbet moves and stands behind Persia, breathing down on her back spine. "Please show me your firing ray, fairy Persia?" I spin around to the tree line with a sour frown, lifting my palm gem stone, burping gas from my mouth and farting for my fun in his face behind my fanny at his nose holes. I shoot out a pretty sorry magenta smooth wave, traveling about fifty feet as it hits the dirt and dies. I grin without the giggling sounds which is hard, ya'll. Thurbet leans over with a sour frown at the poor ray. "You have too much work to perform before the end of the year. You should think about skipping lunch, dinner, and breakfast in accomplishing your final goal, fairy Persia."

I smirk with a nod to the trees. "I will try really hard. Thanks, Mentor Thurbet."

Thurbet sidesteps and stands behind Yachel. "I watched you work diligently on your rock chipping. Your gem stone flakes are nicely decorating your stool. Please discharge your firing ray, Yachel." Yachel lifts and aims her palm gem stone, burping gas from her mouth with a grunt for fun, releasing a short fast pale blue ray. It sails sixty feet and falls down in the dirt, sizzling and hissing like dead. Thurbet gasps. "You have swift speed. But you seem short on distance. Don't worry. We can work on that later in the year."

Yachel turns and winks to Persia. "I will try really hard. Thanks, Mentor Thurbet." I slap a mouth over my giggles without any sound which is not hard for Yachel.

Thurbet swings and turns to the side, marching behind the line teens, saying via his gem stone ring. "I have re-evaluated your gem stone chippings. Some of you need lots of work. You are dismissed for the day. However, the next class time every one chips on their stones until..."

I lean backward, watching Thurbet stumble the short skinny legs over the rough tall healthy green grass to Yachel. "What does the color lavender represent?"

Yachel turns and studies the back spine Thurbet too. "Lavender means fragile."

I look and smile at the rear skull of Yachel. "So, I can beat his tiny fanny."

Yachel turns and giggles with a nod to Persia. "May that both me and you, babe!"

I spin around, moving back to the school building with Yachel, turning with a smile to her nose profile. "Hey. What does my color of magenta represent?"

She looks down with a stern face and kicks her boot toe into the grass. "Let's see. Ibbie has an aqua gem stone and ray, meaning protection. Kaapo has an amber wave for self esteem. Oviv has a dark green wave for resentment. Sondson is sky blue for calmness. Burnt orange is pride for Hamilcar. And Faddy is..." Stad dashes up and behind Yachel, wrapping his arms around her, tickling her belly. Yachel slaps his hands from her body with a giggle and a grin. "I don't know, Persia. I gotta look it up. See ya'll." Stad and Yachel halt and twist around, cuddling and kissing on the grass.

I step up the broken steps with a giggle alone, seeing Gable and Britton move down the dark hallway to the fairy lore classroom.

Reflection class ends at 9:55 a.m.

9:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I pet my gem stone of magenta with a sad face and snap my fingers with a giggle, jogging down the dark hallway without bothering Yachel for her fairy lore assignment for the thousandth time. Yachel and Stad disappear around the corner of the dark hallway out of sight. I dash towards the fairy library and avoid the fairy lore classroom totally. It is more crowded than yesterday, the yesterday before, and the yesterday before that. Since, all the tiny little bowtie alerts you inside the gem stone also, alerting the fairy mentor too of your fairy lore assignment which is due at the end of the academic year.

10:07 a.m.

2nd period Fairy Library

Reader chair and tray setting

I enter the library room with a dash and stop, standing in front of file cabinet with the letter 'M' with a giggle. "I can solve two riddles, a pic of a human and the meaning of my gem stone all at the same time. Yeah. I'm a fairy. Yeah. I'm a genius fairy." I write with my fingernail the word magenta on the white plastic section of the file cabinet, pressing my palm gem stone to the white plastic. I see a single of yellow dump into my gem stone with a confused brow. I back step, swinging around, looking down at my gem stone. I move and slide into the reader-bench and press the stone to the reader-table. A couple of black colored sentences appear.

I read out loud. "Magenta is an extra-spectral color. Sir Isaac Newton, a human, found the color when he combined the primary colors of blue and red on a prism stone. The end." I brush my hands over the sentences with a puzzled brow. "Where is the human picture? Where is the magenta meaning? No picture of the human for Yachel. And no meaning of the magenta color for me. Pookie raccoon droppings," I exhale with a puff of frustration. "There's nothing here for me to use." I wipe the words with my finger pads from the reader-table, lift and slam my gem stone wave into the mini-filing cabinet letter of P on top of the reader-table. The three reader-tables fill with millions of black colored words and long black colored sentences plus colored pictures.

I raise both arms in frustration, slapping both hands gently down onto the reader-table with a sour frown. "I want protection only. I need protection from Yachel, Britton, the fairy mentors, my fairy parents, and all the vicious personality rocks. Yup, protect me somebody. Pictures! There is a cabinet file full of pictures. Where have you been all my life, honey?" I look at each colored picture, one at a time, trying to find one face of one human being and grunt, rubbing my forehead with both my hands from the blinding dizziness of wrong homework. I wipe the reader-table clean with my work, using my hands. The reader-tables, the four walls, the ceiling, and the floor are white colored again.

I stand upright from the reader-bench and see only the reader-tables of gleaming white no other present working fairies and move to one of the filing cabinets, standing in front of the letter of W. Actually, I have been reading through the data, instead of searching for a picture of a human. I have the rest of the year to search for a human face or two for my best friend Yachel. "She can do it tomorrow afternoon." I write the word wood on the file cabinet with my fingernail and press my gem stone to the white plastic wall, feeling the heat from the fairy ray and see the colored lights as the information dumps down into my gem stone. I giggle. "My stone is smarter than me." The lights stop as the heat radiates within my palm. I pet on my heated gem stone with a grin, swinging around, moving back to the reader-bench and sit, pressing my stone to the reader-table. Then, each wall, the ceiling, the floor, and the three reader-tables fill with black words, long black colored sentences, and colored pictures.

I study too much information, slipping and sliding the useless sentences off the reader-table with a nod and a stern face, reading out loud. "Wood is made from the bark of trees. Even a four years old fairy knows that nature fact. There's too much information here. For more wood, see the letter of T for trees for the dumb-bell fairies! For more wood, see the letter of B for bark for the more dumb-bell fairies too. For more wood, see the carved symbols. Yeah. Now, we're making some process or progress for Yachel, not me. The wooden craved protection symbol is love." I gasp. "Yachel was right. There are four wooden crave protection words, consisting of love, family, friendship, and peace. Wow. These are good words to learn and live for fairies and humans and others. Okay. So where or what are the visual symbols for the words love, family, friendship, and peace." I read in silence the other data.

Yachel dashes down the hallway, peeking into every open door and halts inside the archway of the fairy library with a grin. "O. You're here. I'll been looking for you, everywhere. Let's go, Persia!"

I stare at the black words on the reader table, shaking my curls. "You have been looking everywhere for me. I've been..."

Yachel stomps over the floor of words, ignoring them, slapping Persia on the collar bone with a nod and a smile. "You're up today. Let's go and get your fairy license, today."

I gasp, feeling the roaming butterflies inside my stomach, wiping the words from the reader-table and stand, turning with a nod and a giggle of nervousness. "Okay." I move to the archway.

Yachel turns and leads to the archway, bouncing into Stad as they turn and jog down the dark hallway together without Persia to coach flying class.

Captain Robert moves ahead and floats away from the solid white wall while hovering inside the archway library, staring down the dark hallway with a nod and a smile at Yachel and Stad. "I like them. They look like the real fairies that once fluttered up and down these hallways."

I stop at the wide archway and swing with a confused brow to see Captain Robert. "The real fairies that once fluttered up and down these hallways? What does your statement mean? I don't understand."

Captain Robert turns and smiles down to Persia, "Just a comment plus an observation, fairy!"

Britton rushes down the dark hallway and stop in front of the archway with Persia, feeling a cold wind on his hair roots. "Persia, are you still going to fly the coach today?" He looks up with a sour frown to see the he-ghost. "Shoo, ghost! Scat now! Go!" Captain Robert floats backwards with a grin and disappears into the plastic wall.

I watch the he-ghost who disappears, turning with a lady sneer to see Britton. "Don't be so mean to the ghosts. They are..."

"Dead," He grabs and cuddles Persia from the archway and into his chest with a laugh and a grin. "Let's get out here! It's time for flying class. Captain Robert is one the original spirits from the fairy war. He died when aiding the fairies and then lost his life and his wife."

"His wife?" I move with a gasp next to Britton down the dark hallway, turning and seeing the illuminated pictures of the fairy queen in ugly bright colors.

"Lady Margaret, that's why she can't and don't leave out from the fairy school! She likes hanging around with him or floating around with him. They're stuck together like husband and wife." He chuckles.

"That's so sad. Why is he mad at you?"

Britton exhales. "That he-ghost haunted me for days then months and then until the end of the school days this year, last year, and the year before that..."

I giggle with a nod. "Ya know if ya lay out an assortment of earth rocks every five feet or so along the walls, covering the entire floor space, then that he-ghost and his other he-ghost kin will stop..."

"Where did you get all the rocks?"

"I gathered and collected all the rock from the earth dirt."

He gasped. "Then, you stole all the earth rock from the earth dirt here."

She gasped and then smile. "No. I have borrowed them and then returned them on the last day of school back into the earth dirt."

"You broke one of many fairy rules, Persia."

I grin. "I saved my sanity, my first fairy rule."

11:04 a.m.

3rd period Coach Flying Class

Bench and table setting

Britton escorts Persia down the dark hallway, through the set of broken entrance door, skip over the broken front steps, over the dirt and halts behind the eating table, sliding into the long bench. I stand, fidgeting with nervousness for getting my fairy license. Hamilcar stands and moves from the door-less entrance way, shooting his burnt orange ray into the clouds, capturing a coach. The coach drifts down to the dirt, creating tiny whirls of red dust. I swing around with nervousness and gulp air for breathing, watching the coach and the fairy monitor, looking over my collar bone to the other fairies. The other teens eat and laugh for fun.

Hamilcar walks around the rear bumper. I turn and look at the Hamilcar with a whisper. "Remember that move!" He slides into the driver seat, rubbing his gem stone over his skull and the car. "Remember that move, too!" I whisper and watch. His fairy wave extends over the coach, forming a smooth flying carpet of burnt orange. The coach lifts from the dirt. "Remember that move, as well!" I whisper and watch. The coach flies fast to the north and twists to the south, turning back to the eating table, slowly falling and softly landing in front of the eating table. "Don't remember that move!" I giggle and watch the coach, facing the eating table and the rear skulls of the teen. Hamilcar slides out of the driver seat. I raise both arms with a grin and a giggle of nervousness. "Me! I wanna get tested too, sir." I drop my arm, wiping the sweat off my hands onto my jeans. Hamilcar nods, without smiling. I move and slap Yachel on the collar bone. "Come on, Yachel. You're one of my fairy passengers."

Hamilcar says via his gem stone. "Who will be the other three fairy passengers?"

Yachel wipes her mouth and elbows Stad on the bicep with a smile. "Stad, my fairy man will be. Hadwin and Britton will round out the four of us. Get up, ya'll. Persia needs to test for her fairy license."

Britton exhales, staring down at a plate of food. "What? Do you mean really now, today, Persia? I wanna..."

Hadwin and Stad lift Britton from the seat. Stad growls into the eardrum Britton. "You are her fairy boy, right? Right! I'm glad that you volunteered, dude. Or I will enjoy whipping your tail for failing."

I clapping with delight, running around the eating table to coach and stand at the driver seat, wiping the sweat from my hands onto my jeans and slide into the seat with nervousness, feeling the smooth golden seat. The entire coach is made of gold, shiny in the bright sunlight. Hamilcar moves around the front of the bumper and scoots into the front passenger seat. Yachel slides into the middle between Stad and Hadwin. Britton is on the end. I giggle with excitement, touching the smooth gold with nervousness. Hamilcar shoots his burnt orange wave, surrounding the rear seat with the teens, providing both a skull helmet and a body webbing gear on the teens too.

Hadwin pulls on the straps with a chuckle and a grin. "Ya betta know how to fly, Persia!"

I giggle with excitement. "I..."

"She can. Silent the rear seat voices." Yachel giggles from Stad's friendly touches on her body parts.

Hadwin leans to Britton with a grin. "Wished, I had brought a girl to tickle? Don't ya, bro?"

Britton frowns at Hadwin. "What are you doing, fairy boy? Lean the other way into your own fairy fart space..."

Hadwin chuckles, "Just checking!"

Stad chuckles from Yachel's soft touch. "Just checking for what, Hadwin?"

"Fleas or neurons?" Hadwin laughs, staring down at the dirt.

"And?" Stad chuckles, tickling on Yachel. She dances side to side against his body with her giggles.

"Either one," Hadwin laughs.

"Yahoo," Stad tosses his arms.

Britton frowns with annoyance, crossing his arms.

Hamilcar says via his gem stone. "The rear passengers are ready and already entertaining themselves. Please begin at your convenience, fairy Persia."

"Yeah," I wipe the sweat from my hand and gem stone again and lift my palm gem stone into my face, rubbing the stone. My magenta wave covers my boot toes, ankles, kneecaps, hips, waist, breasts, neck, and finally my face. I giggle with the tickling sensation, hearing Yachel's giggle too. Hamilcar is shiny in his burnt orange mist from his protection fairy charm. My magenta wave covers the golden frame of the coach, including the skulls of Hamilcar and the rear teens. "Yeah," I whisper the word, rubbing my gem stone. The coach wobbles side to side from the ground and floats forward to the flat dirt.

"Lift the coach higher, Persia! I'm on the end of the coach seat. Remember?" Britton scoots into Hadwin with a worried brow.

Hadwin shoves Britton to the end with a sour frown "Woe, man! I am a boy, not a girl. Stay on your side of the fairy seat, wee fart!"

Hamilcar says via his gem stone bracelet. "You are doing a fine job, Persia. Turn to the left, slowly gliding over the flat grass and then turn to your right. The coach flying obstacle course will be in the way of the tall trees, so go over the both of them." The coach smoothly glides over the flat grass and turns to the right, paralleling the short brush of two foot high, facing the obstacle course. I exhale, wiping my hands again with sweat and nervousness. Hamilcar says via his gem stone. "You may begin anytime."

"Yeah," I whisper and exhale with a puff of nervousness, rubbing my stone, getting speed and height.

Britton yells. "Don't hit the..."

Yachel cheers. "Go, Persia, go! Yeehaw!"

Hadwin says. "Tilt the coach, missing the obstacle, girl." I rub the stone. The coach raises and tilts at a twenty degree angle, sailing over the green bushes, stirring up the tiny green leaves.

"You cleared the bushes. Go, Persia, go!" Yachel cheers and claps with the other teens.

Britton yells. "Don't hit the..." The coach tilts at a thirty degree angle, sailing over both the butterflies and the flowers.

Yachel yells. "Good job, Persia!"

Britton yells. "Don't hit the..." The coach tilts at a forty degree angle, sailing over the wooden fences and the pretty honeysuckle vines.

Hadwin tosses his arms through the missing rooftop with a chuckle. "I like this angle."

Stad tosses his arms through the missing rooftop with a chuckle too. "Naw. I like this angle better."

Hadwin chuckles. "I like this angle best."

Britton yells. "Don't fly into the..." The coach tilts at a forty five degree angle, flying over the tree tops, sailing with the strong fierce wind.

Hadwin chuckles. "Ride the clouds!"

"Ride the wave, Persia." Yachel hugs onto Stad with a grin.

"I see the clouds." Stad raises and tries to touch the white fluff with his wiggling fingers for fun with a laugh.

Britton extends his hand in a sideways pose and out the doorless coach. "I feel the clouds. My hand's wet with moisture."

Yachel grins. "I see the stars."

Hadwin grins. "I wanna feel the stars. Go faster, Persia."

"Slow down, girl!" Britton crosses both arms with a sour frown from the wind storm over the trees. The coach glides over the trees and descends rapidly down over the extended tree branches without touching them. The tree leaves fly into the air. The tree branches dance from the speed of the coach wind. The coach slides down the slope of the trees, leveling out along the flat dirt. I giggle with excitement, rubbing my gem stone wave. The magenta wave glides the coach over the dirt and turn to the eating table and the grounded platform. The eating table and the platform are sitting on the dirt again, since the fairy charm only lifts the teens and the food table during the fairy flying adventure. I land the coach in front of the table with a smile and a chuckle and retract my gem stone fairy wave with a soft slurp with a giggle and a grin of my major accomplishment in life. Britton holds his stomach. "I'm sick."

Hadwin rubs his stomach with a grin and a nod. "I'm hungry."

"I'm done." I raise my arm through the open rooftop with a smile and a chuckle.

Stad looks down at his buckle gem stone with a grin. "She set a new fairy record for student coach flying under five minutes, four minutes, and thirty eight seconds to be exact. Go going, fairy Persia!"

"Thanks." I giggle with both nervousness and excitement and I slide out from the driver seat and turn and smile at Hamilcar.

Hamilcar retracts his burnt orange wave from his protection fairy charm and removes all the skull helmets and the webbing gears from the back seat teen passengers. Hadwin stands from the seat and moves to the eating table, sitting and grabbing food. Yachel and Stad stand and hug, turning with smiles to see Hamilcar. Britton slides off the rear seat, walking to his cold seat and sits, eating. Hamilcar slides out of the front passenger seat, turning without a smile to see Persia. "You have passed your coach flying course. Congratulations, fairy Persia."

I bounce up and down, dancing side to side with happiness. "Yeah."

Yachel moves and hugs Persia with a giggle. "You did it, too."

"Yeah, I did. Let's eat." I move away from the coach and slide down into the last seat on the table and grab food items from the sliding food platters with a giggle and a grin with delight. Right before class ends, I stand upright from the picnic table bench and wipe off all the crumbs from the jeans. No other fairy wanted to break my flying speed record today as the other teens ate and laughed away the rest of the time. Hamilcar disappeared with his coach for the rest of the class time also.

Coach flying class ends at 12:55 p.m.

12:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I swing around, slowly moving up the steps and down the dark hallway with a grin and a giggle of happiness, strolling between Britton and Yachel. The other teens gently slap my shoulder with congratulations. Some of the meaner teens slap the rear of my skull with rudeness. Stad and Hadwin both growl with revenge, turning and chasing after fairies males down the dark hallway and then around the wall corner. I hear some ugly yelling and uglier hand slapping, but I don't care about the mean males as I am too happy about passing my coach flying class. Anyways, both Stad and Hadwin like a good rumble after eating. "I have a fairy license to fly, yeah." I whisper for my eardrums only. Two of the fairy mentors dash down the hallway and around the wall corner. I hear uglier yelling and do not really care either while smiling with my new fairy license.

1:05 p.m.

4th period Enchantment and Gem Class

The classroom door opens. I move through the dark tunnel into the auditorium with Yachel, since Stad and Hadwin are being slightly delayed at the moment around the wall corner.

Oviv stands against the wall, pointing to the open archway to the outdoors, saying via her gem stone. "The rain has left the skies. Go outside today. Please form a somewhat perfect line. We have a special surprise today for enchantment class."

I exhale. "We sat. We walked. We soared. We fought." I elbow with a giggle to Yachel, moving through the open archway, skipping down the broken steps, marching over the dry grass and the red dirt.

Outside dry grass and red dirt setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

Yachel rubs both hands with a nod and a smile. "Another rumble..."

I turn and frown to her. "Naw! Why are you so aggressive this year, Yachel?"

She exhales, slapping both hands down to the blue jeans. "Penned up frustration from last year as a changeling fairy, I missed most of the school year being changed. It was not fun, not being a fairy."

"I can understand that."

Oviv walks behind the last teens, stopping and standing next to Kaapo, saying via her throat choker gem stone. "This is the end of the academic week, a day of fun competition. A little competition is always healthy."

Gable stands with a sour frown in the teen line. "Competition is a reoccurring word, this year."

Oviv says via her gem stone. "And your fairy fingers will grow longer when they are stretched and exercised. I insist every evening after dinnertime, you exercise your fingers. Today, we will exercise your fairy finger in a relay race. Except, you will surf your wave..." The teens gasp.

"Uh! I think that's very dangerous for us, young fairies." Kuelle frowns.

"Nonsense! This is Fairy Academy, where you become the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland." Kaapo says with a smile via her gem stone.

I frown, "Another reoccurring theme, this year."

Yachel raises both arms with a smile, dancing side to side, "Yeehaw!"

"You are standing in front of a lane with numerous objects. You should be used to this presentation, since we have been doing this all week. You will emit your wave and then surf on top of it, sitting, standing, lying, cross-legged, or leaning forward. You will form your hand and fingers at the end of the wave. This is part of the competition and the assignment today. Each hand will grab an object in front of your flight pathway and then flick it to the side out of your pathway. You will not surf over the object. If you do so, then you will be repeating enchantment class, twice. This is accomplished by missing your coach flying class." The teens moan. "Yes. I have the power too." Oviv says with a smirk via her gem stone.

I am tired and fed up with smashing piles of stuff in enchantment class and narrow my eyelashes, seeing a pile of heavier objects from yesterday in my flight path. The walls consist of tree twigs, tree limbs, books, clothing, rocks, and tree trunks. "Really?" I exhale with fear for my fragile body turning to see a row of my fairy friends. The teens stand in a semi-crooked line. Apella is first. Gable is in the middle. Molfalso stands next to Zann always. Yachel is on the end. I am next to Yachel. In between, there stands the rest of the third class of fairies.

Oviv says via her gem stone. "Go!" Yachel aims and peels off a flat fairy wave, jumping on top and sails to the first wall of tiny stacked tree twigs, shoving her pale blue fairy fist through the wall with ease along with Hadwin, Walcott, Eadric, Nabell, Stad, and Kuelle.

I watch Yachel race ahead and shoot my magenta wave over the dirt without touching the first wall of tree twigs. I leap and stand on top of my flat fairy wave like an adult. My magenta wave slowly carries me to the first wall. I tap the tree twigs with my magenta fairy single fingernail. The twigs surrender without screaming, tumbling down to their death. I frown. "One down and lots more to go." I slowly travel to the second wall of broken tree limbs. Apella and Yachel are leading the fairies, busting up the wall of rocks as the pile of individual rocks fly side to side and into the other fairy flight path lanes.

Oviv says via her throat choker gem stone. "This is not a race but an exercise. Use caution, fairies. I will not." Apella and Yachel slow their pace, flying to the tall wall of tree trunks. I fly to the wall of books and smash my fairy fingernail into the books. The items slip and slide over each other, finally resting over the dirt, dead. I look behind my collar bone at the fairy mentor, seeing only patches of dying grass. Oviv and Kaapo are monitoring the leader fairies at the front of the line, especially Apella and Yachel in case of flying fists and blood. I fly over the fallen books and halt at the wall of clothing with a puzzled brow.

"Fire!" Gable jumps up and down on the dirt, pointing with his real naked fingers at the scattered branch twigs of the first pile of objects. His lime green fairy wave is retracted back into his dress shirt cuff link as his fairy wave sparked the twisting twigs into a small flaming fire. Molfalso soars from his flight lane on top of his crimson fairy wave, forming a flat fairy palm and smashes his palm over the tiny flames of red and yellow of Gable's twig fire, lifting his palm and forms a fairy fist. The black smoke drifts into the blue sky.

Molfalso curves the air on top of his fairy wave, flying and returning to Zann and scoots beside her pink wave without touching it. He forms a crimson fairy fist, slapping a wall of tree trunks and her wall of tree trunks. She rides on her kneecaps on top of her flat fairy wave without a formation of her fairy fingers. I watch with a giggle the two love birds in the air and frown at the wall of clothes, shoving my fairy fingernail into the pile. The clothes fall to side over the dirt. I fly over the items. Some of the more talented and swifter fairies have finished the short obstacle course and gather in small huddles on the opposite side of the lane, raising their arms, talking, and laughing. I fly to the wall of rock and fling my fairy fingernail into the wall without moving a single rock, retracting my magenta wave and look over my collar bone with a sour frown. Molfalso and Zann sail side by side as he slaps his crimson fist into each wall of stuff. Gable sits on top of lime green wave, wiggling his legs in the air, reading something inside his gem stone for entertainment. I gasp. "I don't know you could do that maneuver." I walk and sit on top of my magenta flat wave in front of the wall of rocks and tilt my palm to my face with a whisper. "Pictures, please!" I see a new set of photographs for a human face, finishing the fairy tale word for Yachel. I fly my fairy wave backward, stomping off into the dry dirt, retracting it back into my gem stone with a loud slurp and a giggle and swing around with a grin.

I didn't have to be bothered with busting down all the other heavy and ugly walls of stuff today, since Oviv and Kaapo were too busy busting down some of the other fist fights with the over aggressive teen fairies over flying debris.

Enchantment class ends at 3:50 p.m.

3:52 p.m.

Hallway setting

I slowly move ahead through the dirt, up the broken steps, down the dark hallway, morphing into my long sexy gown. I would rather stand in line, doing nothing and sit in the hot sun, sweating water pellets. I rub my stone over my hair and my face, cleaning off both the salt and the sweat. The other teens dash from outside, racing to the classroom with bubbling excitement of the violent fairy hand wave exercise.

4:05 p.m.

5th period Coronation Class

Banquet room setting

The banquet door opens. I slowly scuddle in my sexy dress through the archway, seeing the new objects as the other teens gather at each the archway, seeing the new objects, also.

Daffodil stands in an empty space between a row of numerous naked rounded tables with a smile and a nod, motioning with two hands, "Morning, fairies! Come in. Gather round. You see tables, standing over the floor. Two of the tables contain piles of broken objects, such-like, dishes or glasses. Please change from your formal attire into your sturdy blue jeans and slightly dirty T-shirts." The teens sound with a moan as each one rubs an individual gem stone over the fancy clothes. Then the fancy clothes change into both a pair of faded or new blue jeans and a pair of polished or unpolished boots. Daffodil jabs a finger at each table beside her with a nod and a smile. "There are two sets of tables. One is for girls like your breakfast table, each morning. And one is for the boys, also. Please pick and stand by a table, any table!" The girls and boys split and scatter into a set of small group, occupying a naked round table. Daffodil grins. "You will repair the broken dishes..."

Apella stands and stares with a sour frown at the table in the first row. "We didn't break all these dishes here on the first table. I see about fifty broken dishes, Mentor Daffodil. We broke about..."

Gable stands and points with a sour frown to the table in the first row. "This is the first table in the boys' row. These all are busted mugs too and not by us either, Mentor Daffodil."

Daffodil smirks. "Both are correct, fairies Apella and Gable. Based on your teen behavior you will fix the dishes and mugs today instead of walking the fairy queen coronation walk..." The teens moan. She leans down and touches the rough naked wood of the nearest table with a smirk. "The first table here contains a set of broken pieces of busted eating plates. They appear in various sizes from teacup plates, dessert plates, eating plates, and serving platters. The first table in the same row of the boys' side contains numerous ugly busted drinking glasses and mugs. The single table on each row between me and the air molecules is the designing table, where you will assembly the correct color and texture of the broken dish or mug into the right and proper state of appearance. For example, a blue dish has blue pieces and parts and not black or green." The teens laugh. Daffodil says. "There is a separate set of second tables for each individual dish and mug design. At this point, you have selected and scattered around any old table. So you can select another table for your work today. I do not care which table you occupy, but you will occupy a table and perform the work instead of walking in a straight line today..." The teens moan. Daffodil grins. "The two tables on each second row assemble the broken pieces into the proper design. The two tables on the third row are the proper design work stations. So each fairy can take turns, zapping their fairy magic over the broken dish, gluing it together."

Gable looks down with a puzzled brow at his lime green cuff link. "Will my fairy magic work over a mug too?"

Daffodil grins. "A young ten year old fairy and her magic can repair a mug or a dish. Therefore, the third table in each row will hold all the repaired dishes and mugs, respectively."

Apella touches her earring. "I found a broken dish, showing a green background with yellow buttercups. I can do this dish, replacing the broken pieces all at the same time with my fairy magic. Watch and learn, ya'll." She presses the golden gem stone.

Daffodil turns and grins to the young fairy. "Do it, fairy Apella!"

Apella taps her earring with a smile. Her golden wave gently flows over the broken pieces of the dish. The green pieces form a semi-circle with the cute yellow buttercups. Then numerous small, medium, and large pieces of other colors glue to the green pieces of the broken dish. Apella gasps. "Ugly. I separated out the green pieces with the yellow buttercups from the pile of broken pieces. Then my fairy wave shoved the green pieces together. However, numerous other colored pieces get glued onto my dish too. Ugh. It's really ugly and nasty looking. What happened here?"

Daffodil giggles. "Guess?"

Apella frowns. "Ugh! Tell us!"

Daffodil giggles. "Guess, again?"

Hadwin stands in front of the first table of broken ale drink mugs on the boys' row, staring at the ugly eating plate from the fairy magic of Apella with a confused brow. "The dish's colored pieces don't match."

Daffodil nods. "Correct!"

Eadric stands beside Hadwin with a laugh. "The pieces all stuck and stick together by fairy magic. So Apella possesses lousy fairy b..."

"Back to the dish!" Daffodil says. "Correct, too."

Britton stands next to Eadric with a puzzled brow. "So if the pieces got stuck by Apella's perfect fairy magic trick, then the pieces were blessed with fairy magic again."

Daffodil nods. "Correct!"

Kuelle leans over the ugly dish. "What?"

Yachel grins. "O. All the pieces were broken before. So the pieces were charmed before. O. So they still stick and stuck together during any fairy magic trick like the lousy fairy magic from Apella..."

"Correct." Daffodil frowns.

Stad frowns, "How, so?"

Hadwin frowns, "How, too?"

Britton frowns, "How, not so?"

Kuelle frowns. "Can't the brownies do it all today, too?"

Daffodil says. "When the busted pieces were puzzled back together, the pieces were missing tiny cracks. So fairy magic plugged the ugly cracks with non-matching pieces from the other busted plates..."

"Repeat all that again, Mentor Daffodil." Zann frowns.

Daffodil says. "Now, the new broken dish has both original parts and fairy parts. You need to use a fairy charm, separatium thingo..." The teens laugh.

Molfalso laughs. "It's a good thing-o that fairies are stupid-o..."

Daffodil says. "The fairy charm will unglue the mismatched pieces, allowing you to re-design the broken dish into a repaired dish. Combinus thingo, this fairy charm will glue both the dish parts and fairy parts together. Once you have found all the matching parts and pieces, place the item on the third table, holding the glued dish or mug from the nicely performed the fairy magic."

Yachel moves and stands at the single table on the second row of the girls' side with the purpose of dish design with a grin. "O! So, the pieces will stick together with our fairy magic too."

Daffodil says. "Each one of your fairy magic will stick and stuck together a broken dish or a busted mug..."

"Hence, the repaired dish and mug." Britton laughs.

Daffodil exhales, "Start! Please use the entire hour to stick it together." She turns and moves to the hidden room behind the tall ratty black curtain.

Apella points with a grin of authority to the first table. "Okay. Someone pull the matching pieces from the pile of dishes and carry them here onto the second table. Then I will use my fairy magic to glue it..." A dark orange wave scoops up and gathers the entire pile of broken dishes, lifting from the table, soaring to Apella's face. Apella gasps, dropping down to her kneecaps, covering her face and looks up with a lady sneer to Nabell. The other teens laugh.

A dark orange fairy wave retracts, placing the pile of broken dishes over the empty table and as Nabell jabs a finger with a sour frown to Apella. "We all work together. We all separate the broken matching pieces then fairy charm it apart. Then we all design the matching pieces then fairy charm it together. Then we all take turns, gluing with our fairy magic."

Zann smiles at Apella. "I agree. We all work together, staring with the first alphabetic letter of A. Go, Apella. You're the first letter of the fairy alphabetic."

Apella stands, moving to the first table with a smile and a nod. "I am. So I go first..." Zann turns and winks at Nabell. Nabell back steps from the first table, crossing her arms, watching Apella work her fairy magic alone without the other fairy girls too.

Zann turns and swings around with a grin and a wink to Molfalso, moving and scooting to the third table without any repaired dishes on the girls' side. "I go last." She leans over and touches his shirt, so he can work on the mugs with a grin.

Gable moves and stands in the rear of all the tables with a grin, jabbing a finger at each table. "I need six fairies on the first table. I need four fairies on the second table..."

Hadwin stands at the first table, gently shoots, and smoothly separates each the broken drinking piece with his dark brown wave from the tall pile of clear glass, saying the fairy charm. " _Separatium thingo,_ glass!" Stad releases his pale yellow wave, gently carrying a separated broken glass piece to the second table.

Eadric glues with his emerald fairy fingers the broken mug, saying the fairy charm. " _Combinus thingo,_ glass."

Britton stands at the first table with a sour frown, gently releasing his dark blue fairy wave. "I would rather walk the walk..." The teens sound with a moan in unison.

5:06 p.m.

Hallway setting

No other fairy speaks, coming out of the pretend throne room, marching down the dark hallway to their separate suites for the upcoming nightly activity on the rooftop.

Inside my bedroom suite, I quickly bath and change into a pair of clean blue jeans and exit my room. I run down the steps and through the hallway, stopping at the closet. The bedroom door opens. I fairy-dash up the staircase and plow into the crowd of teens with a sour frown, struggling through the other pointy naked elbows of guys and the heads of long hair strands of gals.

5:45 p.m.

Watcher Station setting

Moon light and cool temperatures with bright stars

I forgo the beverage and food table, fighting through the crowd of teens, standing at the new set of wooden yellow colored lumber stairs and climb, searching for Britton. I look up to see a dark sky, a zillions bright stars, a full moon, and no rain clouds, moving around the wooden railing with a smile and turn into our cubby hole. The torn and ratty blue flag with the dull scattered group of yellow stars flies proud and bold in the slight breeze of the evening. It was missed by my burning magenta ray the other night. I scoot through the newly installed slightly more torn and ratty orange lace curtain, seeing my fairy boyfriend. Britton lies over the sofa, sipping on his beverage. I slide on top of him with a giggle, tickling his rib cage with a grin. He drops the empty glass to the floor and shoots his dark blue fairy wave between his legs. I gasp. "What are you doing?"

"Watch this!" He chuckles. The dark blue wave forms a cupped palm over his back and his legs, lifting the ratty sofa with both of them. "We can kiss under the stars tonight like a set of soaring birds." She lifts the palm gem stone, shooting her fairy wave over her tiara with a smile. He gasps. "What are you doing, Persia? Don't burn us together like hard toast."

I grin. "Watch this, too!" My magenta fairy wave forms a cupped palm, slowly descending over my skull, back spine, fanny, two legs, and my boot heels. "We can kiss in the dark tonight too like a set of blinded bats."

"A shell of love," he kisses her lips. Our fairy waves don't touch, since it would create a shock wave of pain within our fairy bodies. The two fairy waves slightly hover a few safe inches from each other, twinkling in the color of dark blue and magenta lights under the full moon. She closes her eyelashes with his soft lips on her mouth.

Nine months later

298th day Fairy Academy

Month of May

12:02 a.m.

4th floor level

Private Bedroom setting of Persia

Full moon and cool temperatures with bright stars

I gasp, sitting up inside my warm bed, tossing off my warm bedcovers and stand upright from the warm bed linens, feeling the cool floor, "Yachel?"

I stomp ahead towards the bedroom door, rubbing my pajamas with my gem stone, changing into my jeans and my bare feet. "Her dang oral presentation on the fairy tale word humans is today at eight with Ibbie in fairy lore class. Ugh, it is today. No missing the presentation or missing her graduate from third class." I move towards the closed door. The door opens. I rub the sleepy crumbs from my eyelashes, looking to each side to see a clear hallway, turning and moving in bare feet over the cool wooden planks and brush my wild hair back behind my ears. The door closes.

12:04 a.m.
Hallway setting

I slowly move down the steps, into the dark hallway, and halt in front of the side closet, seeking any movement, yawning with sleep. The closet door opens.

12:08 a.m.

Watcher Station setting

Moon light and cool temperatures

I move ahead inside the small room, feeling the cool air and cool water underneath the school building during the nightly flooding, climbing up the new set of stairs, feeling the smooth lumber between my naked toes. I reach the top platform of the watcher station on the rooftop and see the bright stars and moon light, hearing the rustle of the flood waters over the land and tiny scream of creatures of the night singing or drowning. I don't know.

I slide with my naked feet over the smooth lumber to the side watcher balcony wall, moving to the one of the rotten and broken wooden chest which needs repairing too. I gently lift the lid, seeking the object, seeing the spying glasses. I reach out and grab the spying glasses, lifting a torso and the pair of spying glasses into both eyeballs, standing on the eastern side of the watcher station. On my first night of Fairy Academy, Yachel brought me up here to see the skyline, the moon, the clouds, and the human world across the ocean waters.

I see the bright lights of the human world in the far distance with the spying glasses without great details. However, this is the human world with humans. I do not find one single ugly face or silly profile of a human. This is it for Yachel. I replace my eyeballs and replace my palm gem stone, pressing the smooth stone to the spying glasses, snapping and taking pictures of the bright colorful lights. So, I finish my wrong homework assignment with a giggle for my bestest friend Yachel.

I side step and scoot ahead, replacing the pair spying glasses back into the storage chest, closing the lid and swing around with an ugly yawn, dashing down the stairs, without making a sound. I feel the smoothness of new lumber without a pothole and stomp down the last step to the closed closet door. The door opens. I turn to face the hallway with set of ugly yawns. The closet door closes.

12:14 a.m.

Hallway setting

I dash into the dark hallway with numerous ugly portraits of the Fairy Queen on the wall, skipping over each pothole in the floor. Every other foot print, I feel the raw, cold, wet sawdust from a rotten hole between my naked toes. I turn and jog up the stairs, seeking any movement which looks clear and stand in front of my private sleeping suite. The bedroom door opens.

12:16 a.m.

4th floor level

Bedroom setting of Persia

I run and leap into the air, landing on top of my bed mattress and as a fairy without a pair of wings, wrapping the cold patched and mismatched bed linens over a heated body. I exhale with a puff of happiness. "Good night, bestest friend Yachel!"

7:42 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Breakfast meal

Warm temperatures with partly sunny

I slowly scuddle inside the sexy dress coming out from the bedroom and then turning down into an empty hallway. My feet ache from the pair of three inched high heels sandals. My buttocks are sore from prissing side to side inside my sexy tight dress all year long, except weekends. And my heart is sad. This is the last week of school and then summertime days. I usually don't see Yachel, because she visits her elderly grandmother, somewhere not near my house. I continue to scuddle down an array of empty stairs and into an empty hallway. The other teens are excited about the last week of school, running through the hallway, cheering with glee and happiness. I continue slowly scuddle down the dark hallway, turning toward the archway of the banquet room. The banquet room door opens.

I pose and stand in the archway with a smile, seeing the happy eating teens. Daffodil is talking about something, as usual. I don't listen, as usual. I slowly scuddle towards the repaired and patched ancient greenish-like tablecloth with a group of fifteen years old fairy girls, which is my table. The table cloth contains numerous cut and sewn green hues in different shades from years of tear and wear. I scoot into an empty chair with a sigh.

Yachel sits in the assigned broken dining room chair, leaning over with a smile into the cheekbone of Persia. "Thanks for helping with my oral presentation in fairy lore, Persia!"

I turn and frown to Yachel. "Helping?"

Yachel swallows the lump of food with a bright smile without food particles. "For doing my oral presentation in fairy lore, so I own you good."

"You own me, lots of good." I tear the bread with my new set of manicured hands without sculpting my gem stone into a nasty something.

"I'll pay ya good. I'm going to be one of the three in the truel duel arena, tomorrow."

I gasp, "Naw! Do not. It is too dangerous."

"For you, not me, I wanna kick some fairy feathers." She giggles and eats.

"Fairies don't wear soft feathers. We wear glittering tiaras, long capes, and sparkling stones. No soft feathers or ugly tails," giggling.

Yachel steals the broken piece of bread from Persia with a giggle. "I need my energy."

"Uh huh!" I eat the remaining bread, before another stealing from Yachel.

Apella chews and swallows with a smirk to Yachel. "I'm going to one of the three in the truel duel arena, too, tomorrow. Then I get to kick Yachel's butthole for real..."

"Really, not," Yachel laughs.

"Really so, non-girlfriend!"

Daffodil says via her gem stone, echoing among the other gem stones. "Our bread has been broken. Please stand and walk to your first period classroom for your last day of academic learning."

Yachel stands with a laugh and a grin to Apella, "Really soon, non-fairy friend of mine."

I exhale at the silly morning banter of my fellow fairies as usual and stand, cramming the rest of the bread into my mouth, chewing and turning and scuddling out the banquet room.

Breakfast ends at 7:56 a.m.

7:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I rub my palm gem stone over my dress, since I am required to dress nicely for breakfast and some of the other academic classes and walk normal in my comfortable shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and my unpolished cowgirl boots behind my fellow fairies. Yachel and Apella dash down the hallway, creating a stampede of numerous boot clicks from both girls and boys, disappearing around the wall corner. I slowly stroll not enjoying the trip to my reflection class. Actually, I find it both deceiving and disgusting. I have not once chipped on my precious gem stone. I stare and touch at my smooth beautiful gem stone which is flat on top with nice long facets of gleaming magenta twinkles, surrounding the sides. It sits prettily inside my palm shell, permanently.

8:04 a.m.

1st period Reflection Class

The classroom door opens. I slowly move ahead into the room, petting my gem stone. The room is still painted pretty with the sparking gem stone remnants from every single fairy at the school since the year 1604, when the school was built by the fairy queen. However, I can see that patches of new tiny flakes have found a new home too. The four walls, the entire floor, and the entire ceiling are made of tiny pieces of colored gem flakes. Each surface is smooth like glass to your hand and shining like a sun ray to your eyeballs. I smile, entering the room with prettiness and sweetness and frown, seeing the odd shaped table paired with the individual bar stools. Each stool houses a fairy including Persia. Each stool has grown in height, width, and weight from the numerous chippings, falling from the newly etched gem stone from each fairy, except Persia, Gable, and Zann.

Yachel's chair looks like a throne chair of the fairy queen. It is taller and thicker, showing pale blue on the lower parts of the legs and a solid back rest for her back in pale blue gem stone flakes. There are two new armrests of pale blue also for her elbows during the ugly and painful finger nail chipping procedure. The chair has sucked and eaten all her falling gem stone flakes, farting out loud after consuming too many flakes at one time with humor. Her chair reminds Persia of the blacksmith shop floor while burping after eating the fallen brownies with disgust, last year.

The new gem stone of Yachel, once a block of shiny rock, is both mean and nasty looking now. The entire face of her stone is covered in three separate cylinder designs. Each cylinder holds a jagged sharp point in pale blue. The chipped flakes twinkle and wink at your jealous eyeballs or your envious soul. Pick one? I feel pain and suffering, just peeking at her gem stone, but it definitely exudes Yachel, my fiery feisty fairy friend.

Apella's chair is taller but not thicker in the lower four legs, gleaming with the golden flakes from her gem stone. The chair doesn't have a solid back rest or two arm rests like Yachel's. The gem stone of Apella is encased in a single earring without leaving much polished stone to waste during the chipping process. She has wised shaped her stone into a fugly ugly tall cylinder shape with a nasty sharp point but in tea tiny form. Persia giggles at the mini-weapon, but it also reflects the aggressive and nasty personality of Apella.

Molfalso sits inside a royal throne for a king. His chair is taller and thicker too in the four tall thick legs which are shiny in an array of pretty crimson blood red colors. His tall fairy body leans into a wide back rest and two arm rests plus a footstool in bold crimson blood red color too. The new furniture item on some of the chairs is a foot stool, compliments of Third Class. All the foot stools are permanently attached the floor foreverly, since the gem stone flakes are added into the individual pieces of the sitting furniture inside the reflection classroom setting. The foot stool has grown from his baby gem stone crimson colored flakes somehow with fairy magic by Molfalso. She giggles at his bold and arrogant taste and selfie attitude for a wee fairy man.

Gable's bar stool sits in equal height to mine like our first day of reflection class. He didn't grow out ten claw-like fingernails like the other male fairies. He pets his stone or reads some intriguing information about fairies within the gem during the entire class time, since the first day of reflection class. Reflection class is not an academic class for passing. It is a training class, becoming the 'bestest' fairy in Fairyland which is not my day dream, ya'll.

I turn and observe Britton, my fairy guy. Britton's chair is taller but not thicker in the four legs either. He doesn't have a solid back rest either but slumps his shoulders forward during class time. But there is one arm rest for his chipping elbow. His gem stone sits inside a wrist watch. The watch is both small and rounded with a single tower, ending with an arrow shape of nasty looking pain. I frown with concern. I don't find Britton the rough and rowdy fairy like some of the other male fairies.

Hadwin sits both high and wide in his chair, glistening in colors of dark brown hue. The chair has a solid back rest, two arm rests, and a neck brace for his skull. The gem stone is housed inside a ring. The ring is square, exhibiting around the perimeter numerous tall cylinders. Each cylinder is a series of continuous jagged edges for death, if he is ever crossed in a bloody rumble with a bear. Note: No bears live in Fairyland, ya'll.

One time, Gable touched it, cutting his skin flesh. Yeah, baby! Gable whined. Hadwin laughed. Note: Don't mess with Hadwin, ya'll. I smile at Gable's chicken stew personality and Hadwin's tough guy persona.

Stad's chair is both taller and thicker too. The chair has a pale yellow solid back rest, two arm rests, and an eating tray. He uses the pale yellow horizontal tray like a desk top for chipping his gems tone. He selected a rounded belt buckle gem stone shell too, housing a color of pale yellow. The gem stone is round, displaying numerous short and tall cylinder shapes throughout the radius of the stone. Each cylinder has a series of jagged edges, showing off his fairy toughness too. I giggle at another fairy tough guy persona of Stad.

Kuelle's chair is a little bit taller in the four legs than mine. The legs look like they have four paws in the color of lilac. She does not possess a back rest, an arm rest, a head brace, a foot stool, or a desk tray either. Her gem stone is housed inside a choker with little waste of the precious lilac stone.

However, both the stone and the inner power is the key to fairy magic for a fairy. I have learned from the Fairy Academy, this year.

Eadric reads some type of dull information inside his emerald green gem stone. His pretty colorful chair has grown by .00001 inches, if that. The emerald green color looks like a set of tiny mice feet under the four legs like he has stomped and killed a rodent. Eadric is one of the tallest males in our class with a set of big wide shoulders and big thick muscles. He could stop a rolling coach, if need be with his brute size and strength only. So he doesn't need the additional strength of the reflector flakes.

Nabell's chair is taller but not thicker in the four legs, glittering in dark orange color. She selected the broach in the color of dark orange. Her spike is tall and pointy, sorta nasty looking and smooth along the sides with a set of nasty jagged edges.

Walcott is a follower and admirer of Molfalso, selecting a belt buckle and almost duplicating Molfalso's stone design and chair in the color of amethyst. I giggle at the fairy males. They bond better than the fairies girls.

Thurbet stands in the wall corner as usual, spying on the rear skulls of the teens, touching the wall with his hand and says via his gem stone ring. "Today is here. Please set your gem stones on the table. I will examine each individual one and then assess my top achievers." The teens stop sculpturing the stone and rest the shell on top of the table, looking up with a grin to see Thurbet.

Yachel leans over Persia's hair roots, sitting inside a taller stool. "I'm going to win."

"Win what first place in terror or second place in horror?" I growl.

She exhales. "Be the better fairy, Persia here. This is fairy school."

"Whatever." I wiggle side to side in my hard chair, un-numbing my fanny with frustration and annoyance.

Thurbet does not comment or hum or sigh, examining each gem stone and stomps between the teens, viewing the individual gem stones and back steps from the table, standing. The teens look to see his smile with anticipation. He says. "I see an array of numerous outstanding gem stones. Please clap for every fairy re-chipping and re-producing. I have seen some of the finest fairy wickedly markings on their gem stones, covering the past five hundred years." The teens cheer and clap without standing. Some back slap each other. Others fist bump each other. I slowly bang my palms together, barely touching the soft flesh, frowning with annoyance and wiggle side to side in the hard stool with more frustration. Fairies are wee farts of peace, not fighting fairies of war. Thurbet wiggles his short hand and his smirk. "Quiet, please. However, I have an overwhelming set of overachievers here in third class. I am so very proud and honored too. When I call your name, please come and stand beside me. Fairy Britton has done an outstanding job on his newly chipped gems tone." The teens clap and cheer. Britton slides from the chair with a smile and a nod, running to Thurbet, standing on the left of the fairy mentor, towering over the short male. Thurbet grins. "Fairy Molfalso has done an excellent job on both his stone and his chair. I might have to retire your gem stone foot stool, thou." The teens chuckle and clap. Molfalso slides off the chair as Zann entangles him, planting a quick kiss on his cheekbone for love and victory. He hugs her back and turns, marching with a grin and a chuckle to Thurbet, standing beside Britton. Britton fist bumps with Molfalso, swaying back and forth in excitement.

Thurbet grins. "Hadwin and Stad round out the..."

Apella jabs a bloody fingernail at the males. "That's four fairies."

"You can count. Very good, fairy Apella!" Thurbet chuckles.

Apella exhales with a puff of fury. "You said that there are only one, two, three positions selected for to participate in the truel duel tomorrow on the next to last day of Fairy Academy."

Thurbet chuckles, "You can remember too. Very good, fairy Apella. I have a set of female fairies too that have displayed remarkable gem stone markings as well. Fairy Apella, you are one of them." Apella claps and slides off her stool with a giggle, running to Thurbet and halts, swinging around, running back. She leans and grabs her gem stone earring from the table as the other teens laugh. Apella swings around with a smile and stands on the right side of Thurbet, bouncing up and down with excitement. Thurbet grins. "Fairies Kuelle and Nabell, come on down and stand beside Apella." Kuelle slides from the chair with a smile, bringing her choker. Nabell slides off with her broach pin then marches and stands beside Kuelle. They hand slap, giggling. Thurbet grins. "And the last candidate for the truel duel is Yachel." Yachel slides from her throne chair with a giggle and a hug from Stad and a hug to Persia, gently clapping with a smile and a nod, wearing her nasty jagged edge palm gem stone. Thurbet says. "I am so pleased to announce that there will two individual truel duels, one with female fairies, and a second with male fairies. This is the first time for that particular event. Congratulations, third class. You have impressed me and the other fairy mentors very much this academic year." The teens sound with a series of claps and cheers.

Apella stomps her sandal with a shout of fury. "Wait. Only three fairies fight in a truel duel."

"You can repeat too. Very good, fairy Apella!" Thurbet chuckles. "There is a new test to weed out the fourth fairy and select the top three fairies for each category that will be competing in the truel duel. For the rest of the fairies, please slide off the chair and follow me outside."

I slide off my chair with a puff of annoyance and a whisper for my eardrums only. "Yeah, another outside fear adventure without fun and with sun."

Yachel stands in the room with a giggle and a grin, touching her nasty new gem stone, scooting next to Persia to the archway and turn and move down the dark hallway. "I'm so excited. I got picked for the truel duel."

I shake my curls and my tiara with a puff of annoyance, following the rest of the fairies. "You and three other girls, this is so silly, Yachel. Don't do this. You could get harmed or hurtled or haunted."

Yachel turns and frowns to Persia. "Haunted? How can I get haunted? That makes no sense."

I see the sunlight, moving outdoors with a frown and Yachel. "When you die, resting inside a mound of red dirt, covered with pretty pink flowers, you will be a she-ghost, haunting the Fairy Academy like Lady Margaret. I'll be in the fourth class alone."

She giggles. "Naw, I'm rough and tough and a fairy lady."

I say with a lady sneer. "We shall see, darling."

Outside dry grass and red dirt setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

Yachel and I move outside with the fairies over the dry grass, stopping and forming a semi-crooked line in front of the red dirt. Thurbet stands in the middle of the red dirt in front of the fairies with a wicked grin and a nod. "There will be three tests to determine the three fairies of male and the three fairies of female for the two separate truel duels. The distance test, the strength test, and the confidence test. Look over my right shoulder. The brownies have setup four large wooden steering wheels which are exactly five hundred feet from my boot heels. This is the first test. The distance test, each fairy will discharge a firing fairy ray, shooting at the stationary steering wheel. Speed does not matter, accuracy in hitting the wooden steering wheels matter greatly. Ladies, first, please pick and stand in front of any far away wooden steering wheel. The wheels are ten feet apart for both clarity and safety."

Apella is on the end like always. Kuelle, Nabell, and Yachel comprise the rest of the fairy female row. The other teens split into tiny groups, supporting and standing behind their favorite female fairy. Apella has three fairies. Nabell has the most with seven. I huddle with Britton, Hadwin, Stad, Molfalso, and Zann behind Yachel but far away enough and not to get scorched or burned from her fiery ray. Thurbet moves and stands to the side, saying via his gem stone ring. "Dig your boot heels into the grass, ladies. Fire your ray when ready. This is not a competition but a test of your fairy skill." Apella discharges her golden ray first, hitting the center of the wooden steering wheel. The wheel blazes in golden and red flames. Yachel discharges her pale blue ray second, hitting the upper portion of the steering wheel. The wheel bursts into blue and red fire. Kuelle beats Nabell with her colored wave of lilac, hitting the wheel. The wheel burns in purple and red colors. Nabell discharges her dark orange firing ray, burning her wheel in orange and red colors. Thurbet claps with a grin. "Exactly matched."

Gable scratches his hair with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. "Is exactly matched a proper...?"

Britton shoves Gable to the side, "Shut it, boy." Gable back steps from Britton to the broken steps and sits with a sour frown, looking down to read his gem stone instead of watching the fiery fairy fun. Dare you to say that three times, ya'll!

Thurbet turns and sees the burning objects, saying via his gem stone ring. "Please step back from the line, ladies. The male fairies will test their distance skills next." Each steering wheel burns in blazing pretty colors of the gem stones coupled with the colors of red, blue, yellow, now. Thurbet releases and ropes his lavender wave around each burning wheel into a burning pile, tossing them into the sky. Each burning pile of wood flies and rockets over the tree line, trailing ugly black smoke and lands in the far distance, burning more of the healthy green trees in the forestland of Fairyland. I gasp and elbow Britton, missing as he and the other teen males occupy an invisible semi-crooked line, starting with Hadwin, Britton, Molfalso, and Stad. The brownies run and replace a burning steering wheel with a new wooden steering wheel for the next target range. Thurbet smirks. "Go!" Britton discharges his dark blue firing ray first, hitting the wheel. Hadwin's ray torches the wheel second in dark brown colors, following too closely with the pale yellow ray of Stad, and the crimson ray of Molfalso. The teens sound with a series of cheers and claps for the males. Thurbet claps with a laugh. "Exactly matched twice now! Good job, teen males! The next test is strength." He releases his lavender wave, collecting the four blazing wheels and tosses them into the sky again. Each burning wood pile lands somewhere within the far distance, trailing behind the ugly black smoke again and then ignite into an array of small fires within the tender green limbs of healthy trees. I frown with non-amusement, crossing my arms, leaning to Yachel and fall into empty space as she and the other girls are standing on the pretend invisible line again. The brownies set up a single chopped down thick tree stump about fifteen apart from each tree stump. There is a tall white object on top. Then the brownies turn and exit out from the target zone for safety. Thurbet says via his gem stone. "The second is a strength or endurance test. Shoot your ray but do not touch the delicate white ceramic vase with an arrangement of real tall and pretty flowers, swimming in real water also. You fairy ray must halt within one full math inch of the glass vase. Or you will be disqualified. If you accidentally break the vase with your fairy wave, then you will be disqualified. If you purposefully burn the pretty flower, then you will be disqualified also. However, we should know if you do either illegal movement, very quicker. I will emphasize again. Time is unlimited here. Speed is not wise. Skill is preferred. And the flowers are very pretty. Ladies, first!"

Apella, Yachel, Kuelle and Nabell pose in front of a tree stump and aim a gem stone at each flower vase. I exhale with nervousness of the tense competition and stand next to Britton, watching. Thurbet yells out loud, "Fire!"

Apella discharges her golden ray, forming into a single claw-like fingernail. It soars down the length of the lane. She halts her fingernail before the white vase as her golden wave sparkles in the bright sunlight.

Yachel releases her pale blue ray in the form of an index solid finger without a claw. It sails over the dirt and grass then halts before the vase too. The sunlight pieces the pale blue create pretty mint green sparkles around her fairy wave.

Kuelle shoots her lilac ray, forming a tiny pinky finger. She flies her finger over the dirt and grass, approaching the vase too fast and splits her pinky finger into two more tiny fingers.

I gasp. "I didn't know you could do that."

Britton leans over with a smile into the cheekbone of Persia. "It's an energy wave. You can bend, stretch, and wrap energy wave but not cut it ever. The energy comes from your body, fairy. If the energy is cut, then you die permanently."

I gasp. "I didn't know I could do that either."

Kuelle halts her wave in the air. The wave surrounds the vase and does not break or touch flowers. She retracts her fairy wave to the front of the vase and reforms her single pinky finger. She halts one inch from the vase with a smile and not bouncing her wave. The teens sound with a series of cheers and claps.

Nabell discharges a dark orange wave and forms a thick bloated index finger, rounded and fat. She slowly glides over the dirt and grass like a stroll in the park. The teens watch and wait. Nabell slowly flies over more dirt and grass, slowly traveling to the vase. The teens watch and wait. She finally approaches closer to tall vase of flowers and halts then goes. Then she halts her bloated finger and slowly moves forward. Then she halts her finger and slowly moves. She finally halts before the vase not touching the vase or fluttering pretty flowers from the slight breeze. The teens sound with a series of claps and cheers.

Thurbet says via his gem stone. "The finally confirmation is due. Brownies, do your thing." Four brownies rush from the side of the forest to each wavering ray. Two of the brownies squat and crawl over the ground, going underneath both rays of Nabell and Apella, approaching the interior fairy waves of Yachel and Kuelle. The brownie approaches the dark orange ray of Nabell without stopping. Then it touches the big bloated wave, exploding and burning into red flames. The teens gasp. Thurbet frowns. "Don't worry, Nabell! Your fairy ray is unharmed. You are still in the truel duel competition." Nabell exhales with relief with a nod and a smile. Some of the mean teens sound with a series of laughs and claps. I turn and gasp at Thurbet and poor dead brownie, crossing my arms and refuse to enjoy the triumph of this barbaric show. A new brownie slowly walks to the fairy wave of Nabell. It stands beside the wavering dark orange color, lifting a small ruler from its arm, measuring the distance between wave and vase. The brownie turns and nods while back stepping and raises its fat arm to Thurbet. Thurbet nods. "Nabell is one inch from the vase of flowers without touching or breaking or burning the object. Congratulations, fairy Nabell. You are still in the truel duel competition." The teens sound with a series of claps and cheers. Nabell exhales, dropping a chin into her chest with a smile. Eadric steps behind her, giving a hug.

The brownie turns and nods while back stepping from Kuelle's lilac ray, raising its fat arm. Thurbet nods. "Kuelle is one inch from the vase too with the same perfect results. Congratulations, fairy Kuelle. You are also still in the truel duel competition." I hold my breath, watching the other two brownies. Both the brownies back step from the golden fairy ray of Apella and Yachel's pale blue ray, raising both their fat arms. The teens sound with a series of cheers and claps. Thurbet claps with a smile. "Fairy Apella and Yachel are still in the truel duel competition. Very good, fairy ladies! We have yet another four way tie for the female truel duel stage. So let us see the performance of the fairy gentlemen. Please assume your positions for a new vase. Since none of the vases were busted by the fairy ladies." The male fairies move and occupy a second invisible semi-crooked line in their previous same spots, starting with Hadwin, Britton, Molfalso, and Stad. Thurbet yells. "Go."

Hadwin shoots his dark brown wave into the air wave. The wave travels very fast without changing into an index finger. He halts before the vase. His wave shines in the bright sunlight.

Britton discharges his dark blue firing ray second and forms a middle finger, rounded and smooth. He slowly flies in a steady pace and halts, slowly inching his finger forward to the flower vase and finally stops before touching the white ceramic.

Stad chuckles at Hadwin's maneuver, emitting a smooth wave of pale yellow like Hadwin. The wave gently flows down the lane, over the dirt and grass and halts before the vase. The yellow twinkles in other color of pinks and reds in the sunlight.

Molfalso releases the crimson wave last and transforms it into a single index fairy finger. He races from behind, sailing his crimson finger across the dirt and grass and halts. His fairy finger slowly glides around the middle of the vase and curves over the top of the tallest flower. The finger tip holds and points at the fluttering tallest flower petal in a vertical pose, one inch from the top. The teens sound with a series of cheers and claps.

Walcott claps with a grin and a laugh. "Some fancy finger surfing, bro. Go, Molfalso."

Thurbet laughs via his gem stone. "Outstanding job, fairy Molfalso. You're the clever one in your third class of academics, this year. It is an excellent second round, fairy gentlemen. We have double ties abounding here today. Do not fret, yet." He shoots his lavender ray, pushing and gathering the vases with numerous loud crashing sounds.

Hadwin laughs. "Ugh! More dish repairs coming up in coronation class." The set of tiny brownies carry off the heavy tree stumps, making the ground empty.

Stad frowns. "Do the brownies have super-fairy strength?"

Britton looks down with a grin, chipping away his gem stone for the finale of the competition of the truel duel. "It is the strong and silence type..."

"Unlike fair fairy farting Britton!" Molfalso laughs. Britton turns and growls at Molfalso. Molfalso laughs again.

Thurbet frowns. "Attention, please! The next and last qualification test is confidence or bravery." The brownie walks from the tree line and stands in the center of the ground. It turns and faces the teens, slowly lifting a ripe orange colored pumpkin with two fat arms over its rounded skull.

I point the brownie with a gasp of worry. "It....it's a brownie with a pumpkin. What for?"

Thurbet says via his gem stone. "Ladies, please form a vertical line for the last truel duel test. This test is very serious and fast. It will determine the three fairy girls who will stand inside the truel duel stage tomorrow. I promise. You will shoot one at a time to the single object, precisely slicing the pumpkin in half or one quarter or a tiny sliver of the fruit skin with your firing ray over the brownie's skull." The teens gasp.

Stad stares at the brownie with a worried brow. "What?"

"Naw, I can't do that." Yachel shakes her curls and her tiara, staring at the helpless brownie in the far distance.

"I will." Apella moves and stands in the target path of both the brownie and pumpkin.

Thurbet turns and smirks at the nose profile of Yachel. "You must shoot your ray or be disqualified."

Yachel turns and frowns to Thurbet. "I will not harm a brownie. I refuse absolutely."

Thurbet nods. "You are done and disqualified, Yachel."

Stad covers his gem stone belt buckle, back stepping from the teen line and cuddles Yachel, nodding. "Me, too. I'm done and disqualified, Mentor Thurbet."

Thurbet nods. "Very well, Stad. We have three fairies set to fight inside the truel duel. However, the remaining fairies must still shoot and slice the pumpkin over the skull to qualify for the truel duel..."

Zann frowns. "Why? Ya got three boys and three girls for the cruel truel now. You said a truel duel is three fairies only."

Thurbet smirks. "So, I did. It is highly usually to have some many candidates qualify for a single truel duel stage. Therefore, it is cruel for me too, if there be only one single competition at the end of the school year. No matter the boy or girl, who will shoot off their firing ray first?" The teens mumble.

"I will." Britton raises his arm with a chuckle and a nod, moving to the pretend line.

I gasp. "Britton?"

Britton says. "I wanna get into the truel duel, honey. I'll shoot the big piece of fruit off the dummy's head. It's big and orange and you can't miss it..."

Eadric frowns. "Yeah, you can."

Hadwin points with a laugh to Britton. "Yeah, Britton can."

I gasp. "He can? You can't do this. It's dangerous and deadly, Britton. A life form with feelings too that..."

"Me, first," Apella touches her earring, staring to the brownie and the pumpkin. "I'll do it first. Since the other fairies are chicken sh..."

"No," I dash and stand in front of Apella's firing range, shaking my curls and my tiara and spread my arms, blocking any type of fairy ray from hitting the brownie. I exhale with a puff of worry. "I...I don't think that is bravery to shooting at a defenseless brownie. She's both short and nearest the ground. What fun is that, ya'll? I mean I can shoot nearest the ground or at the weeds with my eyes closed too. Ya know you should have a tall target for flare and boldness, before our eyes?"

Thurbet turns and smirks to Persia. "What do you suggest, fairy Persia?"

I gasp and exhale. "I...uh...suggest. Uh well, something taller than the short brownie. Uh well, I can hold the pumpkin. I'm taller than the brownie. You can see the..."

Britton shakes his skull with a yell, moving to Persia, "Absolutely not!"

Apella dances side to side with a smile, "Absolutely so! And I wanna shoot the pumpkin from Persia's hand, right now."

Britton cuddles Persia, turning and shaking his skull in front of the teens. "No. Persia isn't holding the pumpkin in her hands. And if she does, it will be for me. I'm her boyfriend."

Thurbet smirks, "Hmm! An intriguing suggestion number two comes from another brave and smart fairy. I approve immediately for exhibiting both confidence and bravery. Persia is your girlfriend. Then Britton would never harm his girl. Therefore, Britton will slice the pumpkin from her hands. The hands over be held over her head. Britton fires his firing ray at the pumpkin."

I gasp and turn to see Britton. "Okay..."

Yachel gasps, dashing and tugging on Persia by the arm with a worried brow. "Don't do this, Persia. Britton is a lousy shoot."

I turn and frown to my best friend. "O thank you, Yachel."

Yachel frowns. "What are you doing, Persia?"

I turn and stare at the brownie. "Saving a life, yeah, I am."

Thurbet smirks. "What is your recommendation, fairy Persia?"

I turn and frown to Thurbet. "I...I...volunteer to stand in place of the brownie..."

Yachel says. "No."

Britton grins. "Yeah, go on."

Yachel frowns. "He can't shoot."

Britton growls. "I can shoot."

Hadwin frowns. "He can't shoot."

Britton shoves Persia toward the brownie with a smile and a nod. "I can shoot good. Let's go Persia. I'll walk you down to the firing range."

I swinging around, cuddling with Britton, whispering with fear. "You shoot great, right, Britton?"

"Right, yeah. I shoot great." Britton moves with a smile and a nod down the grass to the brownie.

I exhale. "Okay..."

Britton cuddles Persia. "Thanks for getting me into the truel duel. I can do this."

Thurbet watches Persia and Britton walk down the field, saying with a smirk to the nose profile of Yachel. "Are you going to fire your ray, now, Yachel?"

Yachel turns and growls over the hair roots of Thurbet. "Absolutely never on either a live fairy or another life form." She turns and strolls from the grass and stands next to Stad as he hugs and kisses her forehead.

Britton stops and points the burnt grass with a smile. "Go and stand in place of the brownie. I'm turning around, heading back, readying for my shot."

I study the brownie. "Okay. I'll take the pumpkin from the brownie." I move ahead towards the brownie with a worried brow and a meekly voice. "You're dismissed by Mentor Thurbet. Okay?" The brownie does not smile, lifting the pumpkin up to the chest of Persia. "Yeah, thanks, brownie!" I accept and grab the pumpkin, swinging around, facing the fairies in front of the building about five hundred feet, feeling scared, afraid, and fear and lift the pumpkin over my tiara. I whisper for my eardrums only. "He can do it, yeah."

Yachel lifts and says via her gem stone to Persia. "Hold the pumpkin over your tiara with your arms high up toward the clouds, Persia, and on top of your knuckles too. Close your eyes for less fear. Don't look at his fairy ray coming at you. You'll fletch and then..."

I whisper for my eardrums only. "Yeah, okay." I close my eyelashes, feeling my knees shake. I lock my kneecaps in place and lift the pumpkin up toward the sky, holding it on top of my interlocked knuckles, steadying the heavy fruit. My arms are bowed over my hair roots and my tiara. Sweat pours down over a forehead and both the armpits. "Yeah, okay."

Thurbet says via his gem stone to all eardrums of the teen fairies. "Go, Britton!" I hold my breath with a set of closed eyelashes, hearing the voice of Thurbet through my gem stone. Britton stands in front of Persia with a stern face.

Hadwin laughs. "Stand sideways, Britton! You get a better aim at the pumpkin's head, not Persia's head." Yachel reaches and slaps Hadwin on the arm with a hiss. Hadwin chuckles again.

Britton lifts an arm with a nod and lowers an arm with a frown, lifting his arm, aiming his wrist watch at the orange colored pumpkin and shoots out his dark blue wave. I stand with a pair of closed eyelashes, breathing out the air molecules slowly through both my nostrils, calming a rapid heartbeat and a pulse rate. My arms are locked in place with my kneecaps, keeping both of them from shaking with fear. I gasp without opening my eyelashes, feeling the heat of the frontal fairy gem stone wave, coming towards my face. The dark blue wave hits the pumpkin. The skin parts explode tiny seeds and sticky juice down over my hands, both my arms, and my sweaty forehead. I release my magenta gem stone inside my palm. " _Wipee cleano_ , Persia!" My gem stone magenta wave sweeps away the flying seeds, draining the wet pumpkin juice from my closed eyelashes. I toss the pumpkin down onto the ground and open my eyelashes. I see and hear the big commotion in front of the school building wall. Britton dances side to side, tossing his arms with a yell of happiness. He has qualified for the truel due. I move ahead instead of surfing back on top of my wave, since I don't feel like celebrating. I wipe the juice from the arms, the face, and both the hands with my gem stone.

Thurbet says with a smirk via his gem stone as all eardrums hear the words too. "Very good, Britton! You are in the male truel duel. Who is the next tester?"

"Get up there, Eadric." Nabell shoves Eadric from behind with a sour frown.

Eadric drops open a mouth, staring at the empty space of the future brownie and the future pumpkin. "What?"

Nabell stands sideways, aiming her gem stone bracelet at the missing target in the far distance. "You're my boyfriend. Get your fairy up and there and be the target, so I can get into the truel duel." The other teens laugh. I turn and move to the end line of teens, hearing the tense conversation from my gem stone with a giggle with amusement.

Eadric exhales. "Honey?"

"Honey dew, get up there. Now, fairy." Nabell lifts and aims her gem stone bracelet at the empty target, where her boyfriend and the pumpkin will stand. Eadric shoots out his green emerald fairy wave and jumps on top of the wave, surfing to the soggy ground, where the pumpkin juice floods the tall weeds. He lands, retracting back his wave, moving and stands inside a soggy spot of wet pumpkin guts and juice. He shoots out his green emerald wave, grabbing the fruit and holds a green colored watermelon over his hair roots. The other fairies laugh.

Thurbet says with a grin via his gem stone for all eardrums. "That'll do, fairy Eadric. Go, fairy Nabell."

Nabell aims and fires out her dark orange fairy wave fast at the targeted watermelon. The watermelon spits down the middle of the green skin, exploding seeds and juice over the skull and shoulders of Eadric. Eadric tosses the rest of the watermelon into the air as it flies and then lands onto the ground, washing off the watermelon juice, the burnt skin, and the seedlings down from his body with his gem stone and a sour frown, slowly moving forward down the field, coming back to the building, getting his exercise and cleaning his clothes. " _Wipee cleano_ , Eadric. _Wipee cleano,_ Eadric. _Wipee cleano,_ Eadric..."

Thurbet says with a smirk via his gem stone to all the eardrums of the teen fairies too. "Very good, fairy Nabell, you are one of the three girls for the female truel duel. Next tester, please?"

Kuelle moves and skips to the spot with a yell, aiming her lilac gem stone ring at the empty target too. "Get up there, Walcott."

Walcott releases his amethyst fairy wave with a chuckle and a nod to his fairy girlfriend and jumps on top of the wave, surfing down to the same soggy position of burnt orange and green fruit skin. He slams the tip of his wave down, digging into the wet dirt and tosses the dirt to the side, landing on top of a new foot ditch with a chuckle. He slings his wave at a new watermelon on the grass and retracts the wave, standing with the fruit over his hair roots and yells via his gem stone belt buckle, "Okay, darling." Kuelle does not wait for the command and fires, bursting and burning the fruit over the skull of Walcott. The fruit splits down the middle in two halves as its seedlings and juice flies up and into the skyline, landing away from Walcott near a tree. Walcott emits an amethyst wave underneath the broken watermelon, without getting the spilled or splattered with the nasty sticky juice and seeds. "Good job, darling." He flings his wave over his boot heels, standing on top of the flat fairy wave, tossing the split fruit over to the sides with a chuckle.

Thurbet claps with a smile via his gem stone to all the eardrums of the teen fairies. "Very good job, fairy Kuelle, we have a second female for the truel duel. Who's next?"

Molfalso cuddles Zann as she shakes her curls. He whispers with a frown into her face. "I wanna be in the truel duel. Come on, darling. I can pop a fly, buzzing around the horse's ear with my firing ray, not harming the animal on your farm, doll."

Zann grins. "I know that."

Molfalso leans over and kisses her cheekbone, pulling back with a grin and a nod for her approval. "Come on, darling, just for me and me to win the truel duel."

She slaps his chest with a smile. "Okay, just for me and you to win the truel duel for our class."

Molfalso kisses her and pulls back with a smile, swinging around, releasing his crimson wave and jumps on top of the wave with his girl Zann, surfing both of them toward the foot ditch. He leaps from the wave, cuddling Zann with a smile. "Is this the spot?"

Zann turns and scans the dirt with a confused brow, seeing the small indentation in the ground. "I guess."

He escorts her to the ditch, giving one more kiss and pulls back with a wink and a smile, turning and grabs a fresh new pumpkin with his fairy wave and hands it to her with a smile. "I will be fast..."

"Ya betta be accurate, darling." Zann accepts and lifts the large pumpkin over her tiara with her knuckles like Persia. Molfalso leans and gently kisses her lips and pulls back with a wink and a nod, swinging around and leaps into the air, releasing his crimson wave. He lands on top, surfing to the side of the school building and jumps down onto the ground, whipping his crimson wave into the air like a rope. He doesn't wait on the command from Thurbet either. Molfalso retracts and sails forward his fairy wave, forming a single crimson fairy fingertip. His fingertip slowly and softly cuts the pumpkin down the middle in half. Then he pulls back the fingertip, forming a cupped palm, catching all the split parts of the pumpkin fruit, without it hitting Zann on her tiara or in her hair roots also. The other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers for fairy Molfalso. His fairy hand pitches the pumpkin parts to the side and forms a flat crimson wave for his girl. Zann climbs onto his fairy wave, standing and waving with a smile and a nod at the cheering teens like a fairy princess. His crimson fairy wave flows, stops, and lands at the side of the school building. Zann leaps and falls into the open arms of Molfalso with a giggle, kissing his face.

Thurbet says with a smirk via his gem stone for all eardrums of the teen fairies. "Very, very impressive, Molfalso, we have two fairies for the male truel duel. Who is next?"

"I am." Apella moves to the firing spot, halting and touching her earring.

Thurbet says with a confused brow via his gem stone for all eardrums of the teen fairies. "Who is your target boyfriend, fairy Apella?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." Apella studies the far away dirt spot, feeling her earring. "So someone volunteer as my target now." The other teens mumble.

Thurbet turns and frowns at the fairy via his gem stone as the eardrums of other teen fairies hear too. "Fairy Gable, stop playing with your gem stone and surf your wave down to the tree line."

Gable turns and frowns to Thurbet, saying via his gem stone. "Naw!"

Thurbet releases his lavender wave, capturing and shoving Gable down to the forest, saying via his gem stone for all the eardrums of the teen fairies. "Fairy Gable will be your fairy target. Move out, fairy. Get on your wave and down there, now, fairy Gable." Gable tosses both his arms in defeat and lifts a dress sleeve, slowly releasing out his lime green fairy wave, slowly climbing on top. He slowly moves on top of a flat wave, going down the dry field, collecting a handful of dead flowers and dried leaves from to the dirt ground and finally arrives, sliding off his lime green wave. He retracts his wave and walks to the tree line, squatting on his kneecaps and picks up the watermelon with a pair of naked hands, standing and carrying it over a skull. He stops and stands inside the hot spot, facing meanie Apella. She aims and fires her golden earring with a smirk. Her golden ray hits the watermelon in the middle too. Its juice, its seedlings, and its green burnt skin fall over the hair roots and the face of Gable. Thurbet laughs via his gem stone for all the eardrums of the teen fairies. "After fairy Gable returns, Hadwin is last of the testers." Hadwin moves and stands in front of an empty target with a nod and a sour frown. Gable slowly surfs over the dead weeds and pretty wildflowers and finally lands on the far side of the fairies out of the way, retracing his lime green wave and cleans his dress shirt and his pair of new blue jeans with his gem stone, mumbling unkind words about mentor Thurbet. Thurbet says via his gem stone for all the eardrums of the fairies. "Who wants to get juicy next?"

Hadwin turns and frowns to Thurbet, saying via his gem stone. "I don't have a girl either. Who wants...?"

Yachel releases her pale blue wave down to the forest line. "I will and don't miss, Hadwin." She surfs down over the dead weeds and pretty wildflowers and halts the wave, jumping down into the dirt ditch, retracting her wave back. She whips the wave to the side, grabbing a watermelon, instead of a pumpkin, lifting and wearing the watermelon over her tiara with a giggle and a grin. "Go, Hadwin!" Hadwin stands sideways with a stern face, firing and hits the watermelon with his dark brown firing ray from the belt buckle, splitting it down the middle like the other talented fairies. Yachel whispers. " _Wipee cleano_ , Yachel." She brushes the juice and the seedlings from her arms, her hands, and her tiara with a giggle from the tickling sensation and pitches the burnt fruit away from her body. She releases out her pale blue fairy wave over the dirt and leaps on top of the wave, surfing back to the school building. The other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers. Yachel jumps and lands on the dirt, retracting her wave, moving next to Persia and claps and cheers for Hadwin and the other teens, who has made it into the truel duel.

Thurbet turns and extends both his arms even with the ground with a smile and a nod, saying via his gem stone for all the eardrums of the fairies. "We have our three males and our three females for the twin truel duels, tomorrow. Class is dismissed. O boys and girls, I would start practicing your wave moves, now." The other teens laugh.

Reflection class ends foreverly with Mentor Thurbet for Third Class.

9:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

I stomp up the broken steps with Britton with a giggle, entering the side of the school building. Britton lifts both his arms into the air with a nod and a smile. "I'm going to win, tomorrow. Tomorrow is tomorrow, the big day..."

I reach and grab one of his hands, holding it with a smile and a nod, moving to our next class. "Tomorrow is the big day. Have you seen a truel duel before?"

"Naw." He shakes a skull with a smile of glee.

I use my free hand and rub my gem stone over the blue jeans, displaying my sexy tight dress and scuddle with a giggle between the warm hands of Britton with a smile of glee too.

Yachel slams into the bee-hind of Persia with a worried brow. "Where is..." She slowly pulls Persia from Britton and whispers into the face of Persia. "I gotta present my fairy tale word, humans, today, right now in a few seconds. Remember, Persia?"

I giggle. "Yeah, you do."

She frowns. "Persia, please tell me that you got it done. Or I'll be repeating fairy lore, next year."

I giggle and wiggle my gem stone, grabbing her hand, pressing our gem stones together. The fairy tale images slide into her pale blue stone. "There, it is done."

Yachel lifts and slides her pale blue gem stone in front of her face, viewing the photographic colored images with a confused brow. "These are not any words but pictures. No words?"

I grin. "Chill arctic, Yachel. I clicked many pictures of the bright lights on top of the watcher station of the human world. What better and quicker presentation than pics? So, make up the words."

She stares at the pictures with a nod and a smile. "Yeah, okay, it is a better and quicker oral fairy lore presentation with pics. I can do that. I can explain the bright lights inside the pictures, making up the words. Yeah, thanks Persia. I own you..."

"....for the rest of your life," I laugh with an evil sound.

Yachel frowns at Persia. "What?"

I turn and shove Yachel backward on the collar bone with a giggle. "Just kidding! Go and do your presentation."

11:02 a.m.

3rd period Fairy Lore Class

"Yeah," Yachel smiles and swings around, moving to the archway with Persia and Britton coming behind. The classroom door opens. She moves inside and slides into her selected reader-chair for the school year, loading up the pictures and selects the ones that she can explain for her oral presentation of fairy lore, today.

I separate with a smile from Britton at the archway and slowly scuddle into my classroom, sliding into my selected reader-chair for the last time. This is the last academic day of Fairy Academy. I am excited for Yachel, completing her fairy lore assignment and the beginning of the summertime days for both of us, teens.

Ibbie stands in front of the class and the set of clear white plastic walls with a smile and a nod. "Today is the last day of academic classes at the Fairy Academy. Tomorrow is the last day of Fairy School. However..."

Yachel slides and stands from up her reader-chair as she does not want another fairy to present first with a smile and a nod to Ibbie. "I am ready to detail my oral presentation, Mentor Ibbie."

Ibbie drops and closes a mouth, back stepping into the wall corner with a smile and a nod. "Come up and present, Yachel!"

Yachel moves and places her palm gem stone into the slot on the wall. The white wall illuminates with darkness. Within the darkness, there is an array of tiny bright colorful lights. The teens gasp, looking around the walls, the ceiling, and the floor. Yachel swings around with a smile and a nod to see each teen. "My fairy tale word is humans. I am Yachel, a fairy teen. I have taken colored pictures of the human world which can be seem from the height of any tall watcher station on the rooftop of Fairy Academy with a pair of spying glasses. The first bright colored light is yellow like our moon here in Fairyland. The yellow light sits upon a tall pole of wood, not rotten like here in Fairyland. The yellow lights shine down onto a street. The street is paved in hard rock, not dead weeds like here in Fairyland. On the streets, there are buildings. The buildings are made of red mud, not rotten wood like here in Fairyland, either," giggling. "The dark night sky is filled with bright white stars too like here in Fairyland. Between the buildings, there are trees which are tall, brushy, fat, and not burnt in black like here in Fairyland. The trees are the colorful green lights in these pictures, covering the walls, the floor, and ceiling for my three minute oral presentation. The paved streets have silver tinted metal objects called cars, not golden rusty pumpkin shaped coaches like here in Fairyland. The colored bright lights are silver. The cars go slow, not fast like here in Fairyland. So, you can see there are many different colored bright lights within the numerous pictures of the human world. And the bright colored lights from the watcher station consist of the yellow street lamps, the tall green trees, bright white stars, and slow silver-tinted cars inside the human world. The end!" She looks down with a smile at her gem stone and views the class. "I don't have a picture of a human. But the human named Sir Isaac Newton found the color of magenta when he combined the primary colors of blue and red on a prism stone. He lived and died in the human world many, many centuries ago. I have completed my oral presentation of the fairy word humans, talking for three minutes and using the pictures to complete the required time of my fairy lore assignment. The end, again. Thank you. I am fairy teen, Yachel." She fidgets side to side with a smile and a nod in front of the class. I smile at her fairy tale presentation as told orally by my best friend Yachel. Silence invades the classroom. Yachel turns and smiles to Ibbie. "Do I get an A plus, plus, Mentor Ibbie?"

"Yeah," Ibbie stares and studies each colored pictures that surrounds the walls, the ceiling and the floor.

Yachel swings and removes her gem stone, moving back to her reader chair, lifting both her arms in the air with a nod and a smile. "Yes." I smile and wink to Yachel, scooting by my reader-chair, looking down at my reader-tray. I giggle and fingernail-write on top of my reader-tray to Yachel.

Good job!

Yachel slides down into her reader chair with a smile and fingernail-writes back to Persia.

Thank you! You did a great job too. I got an A plus, plus which is my first time ever. Ibbie is still staring at my...your pictures. Thanks so much, my best friend Persia. I passed. Yay!

I giggle and fingernail.

Yay! This is the last day of fairy lore class for me too.

Ibbie continues to stare and study the colored pictures of the human world over the walls, the ceiling and the floor.

Britton stands upright from the reader-chair and moves to the front of the class room. "Me, next, I wanna get this done and over with." He stops and wipes off the colored pictures with both his hands with a chuckle as the walls, the ceiling, and the floor turn back into the color of white. Ibbie gasps with shock.

Fairy Lore Class ends foreverly with Mentor Ibbie and the third class.

10:58 a.m.

Hallway setting

The classroom door opens. I turn and prance from my reader-chair, moving through the archway, strolling with Yachel and a row of my fellow fairies slowly down the dark hallway with a giggle and a grin for the last day of academic classes at the Fairy Academy. I say. "Gable goes, again, today?"

"Gable tries to goes, again, today." Yachel nods with a smile.

"He won't make it," Hadwin chuckles.

"Sh!" Zann reaches and slaps Hadwin on the arm with a sour frown. He laughs, again.

"What are the booking odds, now?" Stad laughs.

"Zero to zero!" Walcott laughs.

"Not good! That is not good at all." Britton laughs next to Zann as she turns and slaps his arm with a sour frown also. He laughs, again.

11:03 a.m.

4th period Coach Flying Class

Bench and table setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

All Third Class teens rush down the front porch steps, scooting into the eating table and bench for the lunch meal. The food platters slide side to side over the eating table as the teens grab food items for the noonday meal. Hamilcar doesn't fly the coach from the front porch steps like yesterday. He finished testing all the teen fairies but he has to retest one. He clears a throat, moving down the front porch steps and stands behind the one fairy with a huff of concern. "Fairy Gable, this is your last day to pass the coach flying course for your fairy license as requested by your fairy parents to Mentor Daffodil. I might add. Who wants to be the four brave and stupid fairy passengers for fairy Gable?" The other teens sit at the table with a set of moving lips and a pair of shifting eyeballs to Gable. Hamilcar says with a frown via his gem stone. "I will toss my ray and whomever it hits, then he or she will..."

"Naw, not I!" Hadwin waves a hand, scooping up the food with the other one.

Apella frowns. "I met my five times of sorry fairy flying for the rest of my life."

Kuelle frowns. "Not me, neither."

"They will." Molfalso stands and poses inside the set of broken entrance doors with a smile, moving around the numerous potholes over the front porch and around the broken steps, landing in the dirt. He moves and scoots around the eating table and the eating fairies to the coach. The coach sits flat in front of the eating table. Four objects follow behind Molfalso without a sound and a smile as he floats the four objects into the rear bench seat of the coach with a set of his crimson fairy fingers. The other teens stop eating and stand, running around the eating table and gather around the coach with a series of giggles and chuckles at the four objects inside the coach.

Britton points with a sour frown to each object inside the rear seat of the coach. "They're tree stumps."

Hamilcar moves and stands with a sour frown at the rear seat of the coach. "The four objects in the rear of my coach are tree stumps."

"Yes sir." Molfalso points with a smile and a nod each object. "I got four tree stumps and then decorated them with my firing ray. There're a dad, a mom, a big brother, and a baby sister..."

"Awe! The shortest tree stump is the baby, a sister." Zann leans over and hugs with a giggle on Molfalso.

Stad points with a sour frown the male between the legs. "The males have a single big lump of a bump."

"They're all anatomically correct too." Molfalso chuckles.

"It's a male. Don't you got two eyeballs, male fairy Stad?" Eadric laughs at the object, too.

Molfalso grins. "And they got twigs for a set of two short arms and a set of two short legs but no hands and no feet. The circular burnt black marks are a pair of two eyes, one nose hole for non-breathe, and a screaming mouth," laughing. Hamilcar frowns with annoyance at the four trees in the rear of his personal beaten up coach that was caused by fairy Gable. Molfalso points down with a grin to each object. "And I burned their hair curls and their whiskers on the edge of the tree stump with my ray too."

"Women don't have whiskers." Zann shakes her curls with a smile at the female tree stumps.

Stad rubs his whiskers with a laugh. "Ya ain't seen my fairy aunt."

"Alright!" Hamilcar frowns. "This is perfectly abnormal. However, fairy Gable is abnormal too. Fairy Gable, get into the driver's seat. Let's see how you do this bright sunny morning on the last day of academic classes at the Fairy Academy."

Gable moves and slides into the driver's seat with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. "Okay."

Hamilcar slides into the front passenger seat, exhaling with a huff of worry and shoots his burnt orange wave into the rear seat. A set of webbing gear surrounds all of the four tree stumps from falling out of the wobbling coach by Gable's future coach flying and injuring Hamilcar. Hamilcar surrounds the burnt orange wave over his body too from falling out of the wobbling coach with any injures also. "You may begin when ready, fairy Gable."

Gable rubs his gem stone cuff link on his dress shirt. His lime green wave hits his boot toes and travels up, surrounding an entire body. His fairy wave will protect Gable from body harm in case of an accident. His lime green wave slowly encircles the coach also. The coach shakes side to side, slowly lifting up from the ground and slowly guides across the flat dirt toward the forestland. The rest of the teen fairies quickly back step from a wobbling coach and turn, returning back to the eating table, watching the coach fly and chew the lunch meal t in silence. The coach disappears around the wall corner of the school building. The wooden platform and eating table rises above the rooftop of the watcher station by the fairy magic of Mentor Hamilcar and turns to view the coach obstacle course as the eating teens enjoy the performance this hot and heated afternoon on the last day of academic classes. In front of the flying obstacle course, the coach soars over the flat dirt and lifts upward, barely touching the tops of the two foot shrubs.

Britton sits at the eating table, food spitting particles with a laugh and a grin. "I love a bad flying show." The coach rips and drags an array of green shrub stems and broken branches as the green leaves stir behind the flying coach. The entrails of the stems and leaves fall behind the coach, landing on the ground.

"Go, Gable!" Stad food spits particle with a yell and a grin too. The coach flies into the field of pretty wildflowers as puffs of petals surround the coach like a flower arrangement.

Zann giggles. "I love flowers."

Eadric laughs. "Gable loves flowers too."

Stad shouts. "Petals go."

"Gable goes." Molfalso shouts.

"Gable doesn't go." Britton laughs. The other teens sit at the eating table with a series of laughs and giggles, enjoying the show. The coach lifts over the flowers as the petals fall to the ground and slams into the fences. A few of the wooden fences fall down over the ground, ripping off the green vines. Honeysuckles fly into the air and inside the coach.

"Gable is sweet too." Zann giggles.

Eadric laughs. "He's having a sweet time, ya'll."

Yachel giggles. "Honeysuckles are sweet too."

Molfalso leans to Zann with a smile and a whisper. "You too, love," he kisses her cheekbone as she giggles and eats, watching the coach. The coach flies over the rest of the non-broken wooden fences, dragging batches of long green vines. The vines fall from the metal frame as the coach flies straight into the trees.

Inside the fairy coach, Hamilcar shouts via his gem stone for all eardrums. "Lift. Lift. Lift the coach, Gable..." The other teens sound with a series of laughs and giggles, watching the coach in the far, far distance. "Up. Up. Up higher, Gable." Hamilcar shouts via his gem stone to all eardrums. The coach hits and hangs upside down in a grove of thick dark green tree branches as the other teens sound. The other teens sound with a series of laughs and giggles, seeing the coach swing in the tree branches in the far, far distance.

On top of the floating picnic table, "Way to go, farting Gable." Britton food spits particles with a yell and a laugh.

"Yeah, Gable." Stad food spits particles with a yell and a laugh.

"Everyone likes tree greens for breakfast, ya'll." Walcott food spits particles with a yell and a laugh.

"Trees and greens goes with Gable." Eadric food spits particles with a yell and a laugh also.

Inside the upside fairy coach, Hamilcar says via his gem stone to all eardrums. "Class is dismissed. Fairy Gable fails the coach flying course." The other teens boo via each gem stone at Hamilcar.

In front of the fairy school in the skyline, the floating eating table turns away from the flying coach obstacle course and then lowers down to the ground wit a soft thud. The other teen fairies slide out from the bench seating with a series of laughs and giggles, moving back into the building.

Coach Flying Class ends foreverly for almost all the third class with Mentor Hamilcar.

12:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I move through the dark hallway with Yachel with a grin. "Poor Gable! He didn't get his license."

He rubs the shirt with a smile, "Poor me! I got a stomach ache from watching poor Gable with his poor flying performance." Stad burps from a full stomach and the good food. "Ah, the glory of relief," laughing. I laugh with my fellow fairies, stomping and standing at the door.

The classroom door opens.

1:05 p.m.

4th period

Combination Enchantment and Gem Class

I cuddle with Britton, marching through the archway of the auditorium and stand among the huddle of teens.

Oviv stands next to the peeling paint, falling off the walls with a smile and says via her throat choker gem stone. "Today is the last day of academic period of your combined enchantment and gem class. I have enjoyed your silly or smart advanced fairy wave flying. For our last day, we will have a grand relay race."

Stad tosses both arms with a cheer and a laugh, "Yee-haw."

Apella frowns. "We've been racing since the first week of school."

Oviv grins. "Come along, fairies! We go outside to finish the last academic course of the day." She turns and leads with Kaapo, moving to the outdoors. I cuddle Britton, not really wanting to do any more academic activity. The teens slowly follow behind, forming an ugly semi-crooked line over the dead grass. Oviv stops and stands on the side of the ugly teen line in the dry dirt with a smile into her gem stone. "We will exhibit a grand relay race today. You will race to the burnt trees, tossing the objects from your flight path and then whack your fellow fairy for fun." Some of the teens cheer and claps for fun. Some of the teens moan and groan with fear.

Kuelle narrows her eyelashes, staring in the far distance at numerous piles of stuff over the dirt with a worried brow. "That's too dangerous for us, young fairies."

"This is Fairy Academy, where you become the 'bestest' fairy of them all." Kaapo says with a smile via her gem stone.

"I did. I am. I be the 'bestest' of them all." Hadwin lifts his arms with a yell and a chuckle as his words echo into each gem stone.

"I agree. Hadwin is the winner of the race. Can we go home now?" Gable turns and points to Hadwin with a giggle and a tongue of mouth spit. I narrow my eyelashes in the far distance, seeing numerous short and tall piles of stuff with a sour frown. "I'm going to lose and not survive being the last day of Fairy Academy."

Yachel lifts both arms with a smile and a nod, dancing side to side. "Yeehaw! I'm going to win."

I lean with a giggle to Yachel. "Congratulations."

Yachel giggles, "Thanks."

Oviv grins. "Now, this relay race is not exactly timed. It is measured in terms of eliminating the piles of stuff, blocking your flight path. You can see in the far distance there are many piles. The fairy, who cleans the flight path bestest, will..."

"Win," Nabell frowns. "So, what?"

Oviv grins. "The fairy, who wins will be exempted from enchantment class for one week next academic year in fourth class." The teens dance and cheer.

I grin with a nod. "That's a grand prize of both rest and relaxation. But it will not be me. I'm an okay surfer and a lousy slammer." I frown, crossing my arms.

Oviv says. "You know the grand prize now. You can participate or not for the grand prize ever. But I strongly caution for you to practice and exercise your wave fairy hand, your wave fairy fingers and your fairy thumb, making them stronger and longer..."

"Like, me." Stad lifts his arms with a yell and a chuckle. Yachel leans and slaps his chest with a smile. He grunts, still waving his arms with a chuckle. They stand side by side like a couple of dating teen fairies.

Oviv grin. "The rule is anything flies. Go, fairies."

Apella releases her golden wave first, jumping on top and stands with her feet apart, sailing forward to the first pile of sawdust. She flings her four skeleton fingers into the soft matter. The sawdust sprays into the air.

Eadric shoots his green emerald fairy wave and somersaults his body into the air, landing on top his wave. He forms and flecks his index fairy finger at the soft sawdust into the air, surfing to the other piles, flinging flower petals, tree leaves, shrub stems, and tree twigs from his flight path with ease. He follows closely behind Apella, tossing away the pile of dead lizards and frogs, the pile of rocks, and the pile of books. He splits the fairy finger into an index finger and a ring finger and separates the stack pile of tree limbs. The pile splits and lands in Hadwin's flight path and Walcott's flight path.

Hadwin gasps at the falling objects before his eyelids, transforming his three fairy fingers into a dark brown wave fairy fist. He slams the flying tree limbs, yelling the fairy charm, " _Whackium objecto,_ trees." The tree limbs soar into the sky and land among a grove of other trees in the far distance. He flies into the pile of rock, busting them into rock dust with his wave fairy fist.

Walcott slows his amethyst fairy wave, allowing the new tree limbs to fall and stick into the dirt. He soars over the fallen tree limbs, busting up the pile of rocks with his wave fairy fist, advancing to the pile of book and the pile of rocks.

Molfalso slings his crimson fairy fist side to side. The pile of stuff lifts and falls into the dirt or into the next flight path land of fairy. He rolls forward on the crimson flat wave, grunting from the excursion and slams his fairy fist into the wall of wooden lamps. The lamps scatter the items everywhere.

Zann stands on her pink wave, surfing with a giggle and a grin at Molfalso's fairy performance. He is one of the leaders of the relay race. She doesn't care about winning only properly flying for safely and forms a pinky finger, gently flinging a soft pile of tree leaves from the pathway.

Gable slowly surfs, sitting on top of his lime green fairy wave, going steady barely over the dirt and halts, pushing a pile of wood with his fairy thumb. The pile of wood does not move.

Oviv releases and flies over the side lines of the relay field on top of her hunter green wave, watching the teens for misbehaving or malice in the fun relay race on the last day of the academic class at Fairy Academy. She sails next to Apella and says via her gem stone. "It is a six-fairy race with Molfalso, Nabell, Apella, Stad, Yachel, and Hadwin, who move toward the finish line." The non-competing teens sound with a series of claps and cheers for their favorite fairy teen.

Britton slows his dark blue wave and covers his face with his arms from the flying rocks from the Molfalso's lane on the far side of his lane. He stops, landing in the dirt and exhales, standing and watching the other teens fly ahead of him. "Fairy farts."

I ride on top of my magenta fairy wave down my lane. My single fairy fingernail easily bushes away a cute pile of tall yellow sawdust, a pile of soft pretty flower pink petals, a pile of healthy green tree leaves, and a pile of tender tiny tree twigs. There are the first four piles of stuff on each fairy flying lane.

Apella rocks her four claw-like fingernails over each pile with a grunt and a giggle and flings the pile of rocks into the air and away from her fairy fingers. Some of the objects fly and land in various directions over her neighbor fairies and onto the neighbor fairy lanes too.

Stad weeps his vertical pale yellow fairy hand side to side like a broom stick. The sequential piles of wooden lamps fly to the left and to the right out of his racing pathway.

Walcott halts, bending at his waist and folds into a ball on top of his wave with a sneer of fury and pain. His fairy lane is between Apella and Stad. His skull, his collar bone, and his gem stone flat fairy amethyst wave have taken a good beating along with some blood from his lips, coming from the flying trash of the other fairy lanes. He squats and wipes off the sweat and blood from his face, seeing that the other teens race ahead, tossing his arms with a shout and a grin. "Go, Hadwin. Go, Molfalso. Go, Eadric. Don't go, b..."

"Back in line, fairies!" Kaapo soars on top of her amber fairy wave, watching the teens and says via her gem stone. "Stay inside your fairy lane. If you cannot keep up with the current fairy leaders then kindly withdraw for both respect and personal safety." She flies on the opposite side of the fairies next to Yachel.

Yachel soars over the dirt, bowling her fairy hand over a pile of rocks, scooting them over the grass into the Persia's fairy lane. Since her best friend Persia doesn't mind and flies safely behind. Yachel really doesn't want to annoy the other fairies especially, some of the mean fairy males.

Apella knocks a wall of rocks with ease away from her flight path. The tiny rabbit run from the thudding thunder sound of falling rock with fear. She flies forward towards a wall of tree trunks, lowering her golden wave. She chases after the tiny rabbit, sliding her fairy hand to the left and to the right, missing the animal. "Dang!" She raises her fairy hand over the dirt, cupping into a set of her claw-like fingers. She opens and closes her fingers at the running rabbit. Her golden hand hits the ground, gathering dirt, not the rabbit. She flings the dirt clump into Nabell.

Nabell gasps, halting her hand, when the mysterious dirt clump falls from the sky. She swings her face to Apella, growling. She flings the dirt clump with her bloated thumb. The dirt clump lands in Gable's lane.

Gable stops his lime green wave, watching Molfalso race to the finish line on the other side of lane. "He's going to win for shore. Go, meanie Molfalso!"

On the dirt, the scared rabbit runs into the thick forest as the scared squirrel launches from the tall tree, flying over the sky from fear. Her golden fairy hand reaches and swipes at the flying squirrel instead. Her golden wave surfs forward, chasing after the animal. The flying squirrel is fast and clever, twirling side to side and up and down, moving away from the four fairy fingers of Apella. Apella slams into a grove of tall healthy trees with her fairy hand, lifting her golden wave up into the blue sky. Her claw-like fingers almost reach the flying squirrel, extending her fairy fingers straight with a grunt at the helpless animal. Eadric smashes a wall of tree trunks with a chuckle, flinging the object to each side of his fairy land, taking the lead from Apella, who chases after a silly critter.

Kaapo turns and gasps with a worried brow via her gem stone. "Don't kill the animal, fairy Apella!" Apella obeys the fairy mentor and violently jerks her fairy hand to the left, losing her balance on top of her wave, falling and down onto the dry dirt with a lady sneer. The other teens sound with a series of cheers and claps for the nasty fall of fairy Apella.

Oviv flies on top of her hunter green wave with the soaring teens, saying via her gem stone. "It is a four-fairy race now with Molfalso, Nabell, Stad, and Eadric, moving to the finish line." The other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers for their favorite fairy.

Apella sits on the dirt with a sour frown into her gem stone. "I'm fine. I fell. But I'm fine, ya'll."

Kaapo frowns into her gem stone. "Fairy Apella, you will be taking two classes of enchantment next year during the first week. The fairy queen does not allow killing of small animals."

Apella slaps her naked hands down into the dirt with a sour frown, "Wee, farts."

I giggle at Apella's failure and rejoice at the saved animal, slowly surfing on top of my magenta fairy wave to the next object, a wall of wood and stop with a sour frown. "I can't break this." I stand on my wave, wiggling my slender and elegant fairy finger side to side and bump into a wall of dead tree stumps without moving the pile and retract my fairy finger, slapping the wall of tree stumps again without moving the pile again. I retract my fairy finger, rubbing the magenta energy like a real appendage. It doesn't hurt but the energy wiggles side to side like it's injured. I exhale with disappointment. I am not going to win the competition. I swing around, viewing the fairy mentor. Oviv and Kaapo fly with the teen fairies, ensuring no harm and no cheaters. I spin to the objects. "I don't wanna get twice the nasty enchantment sessions with Apella either."

"Yeehaw!" Yachel veers from her fairy flight path to Persia and rears back, swinging her fairy fist, smashing the wall of tree limbs for Persia. Yachel surfs back into her fairy lane, flying to the next object a wall of rock with a giggle and a grin into her gem stone. "You're welcome."

I grin. "Thanks." I slowly hover on top of my magenta wave, raising my arms, cheering for the all the fairies.

Molfalso blasts through a wall of rock with ease of his fairy fist, sailing to the single object a steering wheel and forms a fairy finger, discharging a firing burning ray at the steering wheel. The wheel burns and falls to the dirt out of his fairy flying pathway.

Stad soars almost even with Molfalso over the dirt with a grin and slams his pale yellow fairy fist into the steering wheel. The object soars straight up and angles down right behind Nabell's fanny on top of her dark orange flat fairy wave.

Nabell screams, losing her balance on top of her dark orange wave and dances side to side, extending her arms which does not provide enough stability thou. She tumbles off, capturing her fanny inside the palm of her formed fairy hand with a growl and a snarl, sitting on top of her fluttering dark orange wave, watching Molfalso, Stad, and Eadric head for the finish line.

Kaapo flies on her hunter green wave even with the flying teens with a smirk into her gem stone. "It is a three-fairy race with Molfalso, Stad, Eadric, moving to the finish line." The other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers for their favorite fairy.

Molfalso gasps at the next odd object in the relay race. It is a straight line of fabric clothing, strung from one tree limb across to another tree limb about fifteen in height in his flight path too. He lifts his crimson fairy wave up, gliding over the rope and the hanging clothes items.

Eadric shoots his fairy forward and lift the entire rope of hanging clothing, flying underneath the object and swings his fairy finger behind his fanny and captures a few clothing items. He flings them onto Stad.

Stad shouts, touching his face. "Ugh! I'm blind, bro." He rustles with the twisting clothes over his face, flying without eyeballs. His pale yellow fairy wave wiggles side to side and drops down onto the dirt. Stad flies over the grass, landing on his chest with a sneer into his gem stone. "Farting tart! I'll get you back, Eadric." The other teens sound with a series of claps and cheers for their favorite fairy. Eadric leans over his emerald green fairy wave with an evil laugh and a wicked grin, soaring at a high speed, catching up with Molfalso.

Oviv races with the teens on top of her hunter green wave, saying with a smile via her gem stone. "It is halo to halo now. They are approaching the finish line. And...and...and..." The teens gasp. The male fairies cross the finish line between the vases of flowers on top of the tree stumps. The vases wiggles side to side from the fairy air current and tumble over, falling onto the ground without breaking. The two male teens fly through the air, avoiding the thicket of forestland ahead of their faces.

I narrow my eyelashes, retracting my fairy wave back to the school building to leave after the fairy relay race, looking for the winner of the fairy relay race. "Who won?" Molfalso and Eadric curve their fairy waves around the clouds, flying back down to the earth and the school building with a laugh and a hand slap for fun and sportsmanship.

Kuelle retracts her lilac wave back to the school building with a confused brow, getting out of her racing lane too. "Who won?"

Walcott retract his amethyst fairy wave, stopping and jumping off onto the dirt in front of the school building and He shouts via his gem stone. "Who won the race?"

Oviv grins via her gem stone. "And a crimson halo wins the annual third class fairy relay race. Molfalso wins by a sweat ball." The other teens laugh, back slapping and having fun, standing in front of the building after retracting an individual fairy wave from a race lane with a series of slurps. Molfalso and Eadric slow and land a fairy wave on top of the dirt at the same time. They retract an individual gem stone ray with a nod and a hand wave to the cheering teens for the fun activity on the last week of Fairy Academy.

Kaapo slows and lands her amber fairy wave in front of the school building and the huddled teens, saying with a nod and a smile to each fairy. "Molfalso will receive a free week from my enchantment class next year in second class. I will everyone good spirits and fine health during the summertime days. Please practice both your fairy charms and your formed fairy hands together also. You are going to need and use them for next year. I promise." The teens moan.

Oviv smiles to each fairy. "Class is dismissed for end of the academic year."

The other teens run and dash ahead towards Molfalso and Eadric, shaking the hands, back slapping, and fist bumping for the last day of Enchantment and Gem class. Then, the teens turn and move into the building for the last academic class of the year.

Enchantment and Gem Class finally ends foreverly for Third Class.

3:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

I turn and hug Britton, moving through the dark hallway, slapping his arm with a sour frown. "Why are you so mad?"

Britton looks down and moves around the potholes over the floor with a sad face. "I lost."

I giggle. "It was fun and games for our last day of our third year. Cheer up!"

"Or suck it up, fairy." Hadwin slaps Britton on the collar bone, moving inside the tight huddle.

Yachel leads the teens with a sour frown and a matching tone. "One more dumb class today. Why we gotta go to coronation class anyways? It's the last day of any and all academic classes. This is not academic but act..."

"Action..." Stad chuckles.

The other teens cluster around Stad and Yachel with a series of smartie remarks and a chuckle.

"Achievement..." Britton nods.

"Accomplishment..." Apella says.

"Feat..." Zann grins.

"Failure..." Gable frowns.

"Fighting..." Stad nods.

"Combat..." Hadwin shove Walcott with a chuckle.

"Conflict..." Walcott shoves back on Hadwin with a frown.

"Battle..." Stad nods.

"War..." Molfalso chuckles.

"Warfare..." Stad tosses his arms with a grin.

"Class time..." Apella yells and stop in front of the door first.

"Cake time..." Hadwin rubs a tummy with a grin.

The banquet room door opens. I move and rub my gem stone over my dirty jeans and my dirtier boots, changing into my sexy tight dress for the last time. My dress is dull green, not bright. Some of the delicate lace is torn and saggy around my armpits and the hem line. My cape is dirty and torn too, dragging on the rough wooden planks. I will receive a new gown and a new cape as a sixteen year old fairy next year, pondering with a giggle my new fancy gala gown.

4:04 p.m.

5th period Coronation Class

Banquet room setting

I scuddle inside a slightly stained and slightly torn sexy gown through the archway, parting from Britton and guide around the numerous potholes, and over numerous scattered dress hems with my fairy magic. The door closes. I stop and stand in the fairy girl line, feeling boredom.

Daffodil stands on top of the platform stage which is designed with a single throne chair, lifting her arms and a smile and says via her gem stone. "You will practice in full glamour attire today. The fairies gals wear a full length cape, flowing elegantly over the floor."

One of the fairies says with a sour frown into his gem stone for all eardrums. "Dirty floor with rotten potholes filled with real dirty dirt. No raccoons, thou!" The teens laugh. I turn and gasp with the nasty reference from my fellow fairy. I ate the sulfur pill from my loving parents, making my breathe stink for one day and one night and learned not to trust my parents.

Daffodil says. "The full length cape flows behind your graceful walk..."

"If Apella doesn't fall again," one of the fairies laughs into her gem stone for all eardrums too.

Daffodil grins. "Each fairy girl stands tall, dragging the cape along the floor. For the fairies men..."

"That's sound so funny, dude." Stad shakes his skull and elbows his buddies with a chuckle.

Daffodil grins. "For the fairies boys..."

"That's sound so wrong, bro." Molfalso shakes his skull and elbows his buddies too with a laugh.

She smiles. "The boys wear their fairy cape down to the edge of their boot heels with a pair of spit and polished cowboy boots..."

Hadwin laughs. "Ya going to tongue spit on my boots, Mentor Daffodil? I rather that ya tongue spit on my b..."

"Boot leather is to be cleaned and shined, boys before the official coronation walk next year. Today, it is acceptable with some slight dirt and grass, since you have come from mentors Oviv and Kaapo's fairy combined enchantment and surf wave class. Congratulations, fairy Molfalso for winning the third class relay race. It is an honor with a wonderful privilege for next year as a fairy in second class. So there will be more clunks of red mud, Hadwin. Modify your fairy capes and dirty leather boots now." Daffodil jabs a finger at the clothing of the fairies. Each fairy slams a colorful gem stone wave over the clothes, producing a set of shiny and pretty boots and capes, looking up with a sour frown to mentor Daffodil. Daffodil grins. Please get into your corners..."

"Like trapped mice for the hungry tomcat..." one of the fairies mumbles.

She frowns. "No steals. No stunts. No stings, bites, or fleas."

"Who brought in the fleas?" Molfalso moves into his position with a laugh.

Stad laughs. "Hadwin did when he rode his horse, the other yesterday."

Daffodil back steps and sits on top of the ugly throne chair, saying via her gem stone. "Ya know what to do and where to come. Please begin!" Apella grabs the cake, dashing forward down the wall. Daffodil shakes her finger. "No. No, Apella. Walk slowly, gracefully, elegantly like a queen of Fairyland..."

"Which she ain't..." One of the male fairies says via his gem stone or all eardrums.

Daffodil says. "If you walk a perfect performance, then I will release you early. You can pack for the leaving the Fairy Academy." The teens clap and cheer. Daffodil grins. "Go!" Apella and Gable march from the archway, making it to the kneeling pose. Kuelle doesn't fight with Nabell finally. Both prince and princess couples make it to the knelling pose. Yachel and Stad successful arrive without eating the cake or drinking the ale too. Daffodil grins. "This is good so far! Fairies Persia and Britton, please advance." I slowly scuddle towards the cake table as the last in the fairy gal line. It is finally my turn to show off my sexy scuddle and my sexy dress. I lean and retrieve the plate of cake, slowly swinging around, wearing the elongated cape with the tears and stains as it elegantly drags over the dirty floor. I do not ever have to clean it again.

"Shake it, baby!" Hadwin chuckles.

Walcott reaches over and slaps Hadwin on the back spine. "Shut it, tart. She's Britton's girl."

I slowly walk with a smile, holding my head high. My hair is curled into a tight bun behind my tiara, feeling like a princess. I dart my right eyeball, seeing Briton parallels me perfectly in both stride and slowness. He turns and winks with a smile to Persia, holding a sweaty mug of ale and greatly desires to drink it instead plays with the water droplets between his wet fingers. Then, Britton and I halt, meeting in the middle and turn at the same time with a smile to face Daffodil.

Daffodil nods for them to approach with a smile. "Britton and Persia are perfect." She stands and claps. "Everyone will perform until perfect like them." She stands and claps.

Hadwin frowns. "Boo."

"Hiss," Eadric frowns.

"Can I go to the bathroom now?" Gable says with a tongue of mouth spit and a nod.

Daffodil grins. "Please stand and start all over, again." The teens stand, swinging around and move back to an assigned position in the archway.

The Coronation Class finally ends for the school year at 4:55 p.m.

4:58 p.m.

Hallway setting

The banquet room door opens. Daffodil told that there would be another coronation class next year as second class. The fairy queen coronation parade, walk, and dance are scheduled for next springtime.

All the teens move ahead and loudly mumble, grumbling and galloping down the dark hallway to the sleeping chambers on the third level of the school building.

I move and dash with Yachel down the dark hallway and up the stairs in silence and anticipation of the night.

5:02 p.m.

4th floor level

Private bedroom setting of Persia

Dinnertime meal

I stand at the bedroom door. The door opens. I enter into my room, moving to the bathroom and wash my naked body and my dirty teeth with the gem stone, quickly changing into my clean blue jeans. The brownies do not bother to leave a food tray anymore at my door, since there is a food and beverage table on the floor of the watcher station for the other teens. After our heavy kissing and panting, Britton sends his airy wave down to the stairs for a tray of food and drink. I run out the closet and turn to the archway. The door opens.

5:02 p.m.

Hallway setting

I turn and run down the stairs without Yachel and a giggle with happiness, having one more day with Britton and my pace with puzzlement. Britton stops and stands in the hallway. I run and dash into his body for fun with a giggle and cuddle into his chest. "What's wrong, darling?" The closet door opens.

Britton frowns. "I didn't finish the third class fairy relay race." He and Persia enter into the small room.

I giggle. "I didn't either. But we did a good job in the fairy queen coronation walk for the first time. We walked perfectly three times."

He moves up the staircase with a sour frown. "That's doesn't mean nothing to me. And you're a girl, to boot."

I giggle. "Yeah, I'm slightly different from you."

5:18 p.m.

Watcher station setting

Moon light and cool temperatures with bright stars

Britton and I hit the top level, struggling around the crowd of teens and move around the wall corner, climbing the stairs, walking along the wooden railing and turn into our tiny aisle for our cubby hole. The cubby hole has a new torn and ratty orange thin curtain and the same blue flag with the dull scattered yellow stars that is partly torn and half-way shredded. I look at our cubby hole, recording a memory for my gem stone with a smile, sitting on the ratty sofa. He slides beside Persia. I say. "It's hard to beat Molfalso. He's the 'bestest' fairy in third class, maybe the entire school, maybe in Fairyland too. His fairy talents are outstanding."

Britton nods. "Yeah! He even isn't a farmer either."

"What do his parents do?"

He touches her hands, feeling the soft skin. "Miller houses. They manage some of them behind their house. The miller house provides all our food that's worked by the brownies."

I play with his one non-cut bloody finger from chipping away at his nasty looking gem stone. "O. They work there too?"

He slides over Persia, tickling her chin. "They work, live, and die there. It's their home."

I giggle from his tickles and frown from his words. "The brownies live inside the miller house."

He kisses her forehead and pulls back with a grin. "A miller house is similar to a large plantation with individual small houses, a water wheel, lots of field crops and lots of brownies. The miller house provides our food from beans to meats. Ya gotta eat."

I giggle. "I like to eat."

He kisses her nose and pulls back with a smile. "My parents run a miller house too in the southwestern part of the island. We provide lots of families with food in that part of Fairyland."

I gasp. "Not mine. I live in the southwestern part of the island. Who would provide my family with food?"

He looks up to the stars and Persia with a smile. "I think Yachel's farm and her family do. O. You like her."

"I live next store to her farm. We're neighbors. We grow up as friends. Yeah. I do like her."

"Okay." He kisses her cheekbone and pulls back with a grin.

"Why don't ya like Yachel?"

"She's an FF with her family. I don't like any of the FFs."

I exhale. "The FFs provide food for us."

"The brownies could do that without any disputes."

I gasp. "What disputes?"

He kisses her chin and pulls back with a sour frown. "The farmers, they complain about everything."

"Like what?" I gasp.

He kisses her neck and pulls back with a sour frown. "Their house. Their furniture. Their coaches. Their farm. Their planting. Their harvesting. Their seedlings. Their job. Their whatever."

I frown, "What for?"

He kisses her chin and pulls back with a sour frown. "I don't know the details but my parents do. They deal with the FFs a lot."

I gasp, "What for?"

He kisses her nose and pulls back with a sour frown. "Don't know. But they're so know-it-alls and annoy my fairy butthole too."

I gasp. "You're judging them."

He chuckles. "I'm trying to kiss your moving lips."

I giggle. "I will be quiet now."

He chuckles. "Good." He kisses her lips.

I giggle with delight.

He pulls back with a wink and a smile. "Are you coming to see me win in the truel duel tomorrow?"

I frown. "Yeah, we're all going to the truel cruel tomorrow as dictated by Daffodilly."

He frowns. "You don't wanna come and see me win in the truel cruel match?"

I exhale. "I wanna get kissed first."

He chuckles and kisses her lips, pulling back with a smile. "You got kissed. Now, I wanna get some rest for tomorrow fight." He stands with a smile, staring down at Persia. "Root for me to win tomorrow, honey. I won't see you until after the truel duel," he swings around to the curtain, dragging it to the side, leaving the cubby hole.

I exhale with disappointment. "I cannot believe this."

299th day Fairy Academy

Next to last day of school classes, wee tart

7:46 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Breakfast meal

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

I turn and dash out my room with a grin and a giggle, wearing my comfortable jeans and my dirty unpolished boots, moving down the hallway, the staircase and into the dark hallway with the other happy fairies. This is the next to last day of Fairy Academy.

But more importantly, it is the truel duel exhibition day. My fairy mates from Third Class are the group of bestest fairies within Fairyland. Mentor Thurbet had selected Apella, Nabell, and Kuelle for the female fairy truel duel. Molfalso, Britton, and Hadwin won the best shooting wave for the male fairies. So, there will be twice as much dueling today.

The banquet room door opens. I run through the archway, barely stopping and sliding into an empty chair with a grin and a giggle. Apella, Yachel, Zann, Kuelle, and Nabell with the other fifteen year old girls sit at the table, eating and sneering. I am late due to the parents again, who call at the most awkward time. The parents heard about the truel duel and wanted to know if their precious daughter was partaking. And they were glad to hear that their daughter was not. I lift and tear my bread, playing with the crust, listening to the tense conversation.

Yachel grins, "Are you nervous about whipping Apella's tail, Nabell?"

Nabell chews, swallows, and burps with a set of smelly gas, "Naw!" The other fairies girls swish their nose holes with a set of giggles and laughs.

Zann grin. "Are you scared, Kuelle?"

Kuelle taps her broken, cut, and dried red bloody fingernails over the repaired glass tumbler. "Naw, I'm excited and eager and excellent today, babe."

"She's scared." Apella tears the bread, buttering it, chewing with a grin to Kuelle.

I tear the bread with a grin. "I'm nervous too."

Yachel chews, swallows, and burps her set of smelly gas molecules too. "Too bad! I didn't win. I could've showed off my fancy shooting style, running Apella into the dirt. But my fairy friend Nabell will do me the honors today. Right, Nabell?"

Nabell reaches and steals Persia's bread from the hands, cramming it whole into her mouth with her cut and bleeding ten fingernails, swallowing and burps with a set of smelly gas molecules again, "Yeah, today." I frown with annoyance at the swift steal and giggle with silliness of the end of truel cruel thing today.

Apella shakes her curls and her tiara, pointing a wrapped finger with red blood stains at Nabell. "I won the 'bestest' fairy shooting girly match too, non-girlfriend. I invite you to do your dangest while eating the dirt underneath my cowgirl boots," giggling.

Daffodil stands on the elevated platform and says via her gem stone for all eardrums. "We have broken the bread and eaten. Please abandon your chairs and march to the south side of the building. There is a truel station set up with rows of bleacher seats and tables of food items. I would like all the truel contestants to join me on the stage. Mentor Thurbet will explain the rules, once more. Enjoy your next to last fairy day of fairy school!"

The banquet room door opens. The other teens stand and turn with a set of mumbles and grins to the archway, leaving the banquet room for the truel duel bleachers.

Nabell stands from the chair with a grunt to Apella. "No rule, only ruler." She sniggers and swings, moving to the stage platform with Daffodil.

Apella drops her bread with a lady sneer to see the butthole of Nabell and stands, wiping her hands with the patched linen cloth and drops the cloth with a lady snarl. "Only a triangle full of losers today, since I am the only winner," she turns and swings to the stage platform to Daffodil also. Kuelle stands and swings to stage platform without any more vicious words or lady sneers.

Yachel turns and slaps Persia on the arm with a giggle and a grin. "Let's go and get a good seat for the fight."

"It is a duel of waves, not a fight, Yachel." I stand and turn with a sour frown, following her out the room. The door closes.

8:08 a.m.

Truel duel competition

Outdoors side wall building of Fairy School

Bleachers location

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

The dry dirt holds a diamond shape, consisting of four wooden railings. There is a set of wooden sitting bleachers around each side of the diamond with a single platform above the bleachers that hold Mentor Thurbet and the other fairy mentors. Thurbet will be announcing the truel duel. The other fairy mentors will be mentoring for teen fairy blood and pain. I run through the short dry weeds from the nightly flooding beside Yachel. The other teens are running too, grabbing a good seat closer to one of the four wooden railings. I miss the good seats, climbing up between the naked elbows and the boot toes, sitting on the fifth row with Yachel inside one the wooden bleachers away from a pothole over the floor planks. I look up with a confused brow to see the truel duel exhibition. "Why's the truel cruel stage in a diamond format?"

Yachel bounces up and down with excitement over the wooden bleacher with a giggle and a grin to see the truel duel exhibition too. "A diamond is four different angles. There are three fairies. The fairies stand in a triangle, killing each other..."

"Shooting waves for fun..."

Yachel giggles. "Close enough. The diamond allows the triangle to flow and fight right to left or left to right, providing a single shooter will a better angle of murder, as long as, Apella doesn't figure that out."

I exhale, "Yachel?"

Thurbet sits on top of the elevated platform over the sitting bleachers in a wooden chair alone. Daffodil, Oviv, Ibbie, Sondson, and the rest of the fairy mentors are inside a wooden chair covering the other three elevated platform to monitor the students and the show. Thurbet says with a smirk via his gem stone ring for all eardrums which echo into each gem stone of the fairy. "Welcome to the annual truel duel. We have two matches for your entertainment this hot and humidity morning of May with no rain clouds. The winds breeze blows at a calm four miles per hour with the temperature raising up to eighty three degrees for the first ever truel duel stage with the only a trio of fairy females." The other teens stand with a series of claps and cheers. Thurbet says. "Fairies ladies, please fly into the truel duel stage."

Apella guides on top of her golden wave, landing her wave and her boot heels at one of the intersected wooden railing which is the top diamond formation. She lifts and tosses her golden fairy wave into the sky. The standing teens sound with a series of claps and cheers.

Nabell flies over the diamond stage on top of her dark orange fairy wave and turns back with a smile and a hand wave to the cheering fairies, landing on the side intersection of the wooden railing. She retracts her fairy wave, looking with a lady sneer at Apella. The standing teens sound with a series of claps and cheers.

Kuelle soars to her spot on top of her lilac fairy ray, waving her naked hand, landing at the side intersection of the wooden railing which is opposite of Nabell and below Apella. She retracts her wave, waving and smiling to the standing fairies. The teens sound with a series of claps and cheers.

Thurbet says with a grin into his gem stone ring. "Welcome to the truel duel, fairy ladies. Please retract your waves, if still displayed." Apella pulls her golden wave back into the gem stone earring and holds her finger over her earring, readying for the match. Thurbet says. "There is only one rule. No firing ray of harm, only a shooting wave of fun. There is no bell tone, no whistle note, or no gunshot to begin the truel. Go." He narrates the scene inside the truel duel stage with a grin and a chuckle. "The female fairies frown at each other at the beginning of the truel duel. Then the ladies fairies shoot simultaneous a gem stone wave at each other. The colorful waves randomly hit the dirt, the wooden railing, and Kuelle. One hits Kuelle. Kuelle is down. Now, Kuelle is up. She sneers. I can hear her, sneering from the announcement booth."

I gasp with shock and a whisper for my eardrums only. "I can't hear Kuelle's sneer. But she is mad."

Thurbet says. "Apella flings her golden wave, splitting her fairy hand into four skeleton-like fingers. Creepy, ya'll. Two of her golden fingers tickle and grab both Kuelle and Nabell. Apella smirks with laughter too. Creepy fairy, ya'll. Her golden fingers lift both the fairies into the air. Kuelle wiggles free from the two golden fingers of Apella, using her lilac wave to fly across the air. Kuelle separates her fairy wave into a lilac folded fist and slams her fairy fist into wooden railing, completely missing Apella. The poor railing is dead over the dry dirt. Apella slides to the side out of harm. However, Kuelle bends her lilac wave, sailing it at Apella, again. Apella is hit, falling onto the red dirt. Nabell falls to the red dirt as the creepy golden fairy finger has disappeared around her body. Nabell releases her dark orange fairy wave from her broach pin to catch her falling body. She flies over the dirt, separating her flat fairy wave into a big dark orange ugly thumb. She slams her fairy thumb into petite Apella. Apella is pinned down and eating over the dirt, screaming and kicking her arms and her legs underneath Nabell's bloated fairy thumb."

I gasp with shock, "Apella's penned."

Yachel stands and lifts her fists with a yell and a laugh. "Knock her out, Kuelle."

I look up with a lady sneer to see the chin of Yachel. "Yachel, this is our fellow fairy mate."

She looks down with a lady sneer to see the tiara of Persia. "You're her fellow fairy mate. I don't like Apella. Bust her nose, Nabell."

I look up with a frown to see the chin of Yachel again. "Do fairies bleed with blood?"

"On a good day, they do." Zann leans with a nod to Persia. I gasp with shock, turning and watching the truel cruel event with a sour stomach of too much violence between the teen fairies.

Thurbet says. "Kuelle smiles, flinging her lilac wave in the form of a fairy fist and hits Nabell in the face. Nabell falls to the ground too. Kuelle raises her naked arm, shooting her lilac wave fist into the air, walking and nodding in the red dirt for her victory punch. She thinks that she has won the truel duel. However, Apella stands with a sneer. Apella emits and flings her golden wave, forming a giant skeleton fairy hand of four creepy skeleton-like fingers again. She grabs Kuelle, wrapping her golden fingers around the lady fairy. Her golden hand lifts into the air with Kuelle. Kuelle struggles to get free. Her lilac bracelet is caught inside the skeleton fairy hand of Apella, preventing an escape. On the other side of the arena, Nabell shakes her face side to side from the pain and dizziness. She stands on her knees. She sneers, looking at Kuelle. Nabell releases her dark orange wave in the formation of a fairy hand with one fairy finger and one finger thumb. She forms a lousy and ugly folded fairy fist, ya'll. Nabell flies her dark orange funny fairy fist into Kuelle, not Apella. Nabell slams her lousy fairy fist into the face of Kuelle. Kuelle is sorta knocked out..." The teens moan. Thurbet says. "Apella giggles, releasing her golden skeleton hand, allowing Kuelle to fall down to the red dirt. Kuelle is sorta unconscious, tumbling and falling down to the hard ground of dirt and dry weeds." Daffodil stands from the chair, shooting and flinging her bright yellow fairy wave to catch Kuelle. She gently rests Kuelle over the dry weeds outside the truel wooden railing. The teens stand and sound with a series of claps and cheers.

I exhale. "The duel should end, since one fairy is harmed."

"She ain't harmed. She's unconscious." Yachel lifts her fists with a laugh and a cheer for the fairy fight with the other teens. "Get Apella, yeah, yay!"

Thurbet says. "Nabell swings her dark orange fairy fist to Apella. Apella slams into the wooden railing, breaking the rotten wood. Nabell tosses her naked arm and her fairy fist into the air, walking around the red dirt, nodding and smiling with happiness. But wait. Apella rolls around over the dirt, alive and conscious. She wobbles to a stand, slowly. She sneers, wearing an ugly distorted bloody face. Apella flings her golden wave, creating her two golden fairy hands with two nasty looking skeleton-like fingers. The golden fingers attack and whip Nabell off the ground. The golden fingers toss Nabell like a ball side the side from one fairy hand to the other fairy hand..." The teens sit and groan from the visual seasickness. Thurbet says. "Nabell is getting dizzy, whipping her head side to side. She is turning green. She vomits over the four golden skeleton hands of Apella. Apella screams, releasing Nabell and retracts her fairy fingers back into her golden wave. Nabell is falling from the blue sky down to the hard ground now. However, Nabell emits and flings her fairy wave, landing and rolling on top of her dark orange wave, resting in peace like a funeral mound. The dark orange wave slowly descends down and over the red dirt. It comes low, lower, and lands on top of...bull's eye."

Yachel stands with a yell and a cheer, tossing her fists. "Apella is down. Yay, Nabell. Yeah..."

I exhale with a puff of annoyance of the truel duel, crossing my arms, refusing to clap and cheer for a violent sport exhibition at the Fairy Academy. I look up to see each fairy mentor on the elevated platforms. Each fairy leans over the railing, watching the event with a smirk. The teens sit, sounding with a series of claps and cheers for more bloody body parts.

Thurbet says. "Apella is down in the red dirt, unconscious. Nabell is lying on top of Apella. Her dark orange wave is gone. Nabell is unconscious too. This is an excellent truel duel, fairy females."

Yachel laughs. "Excellent slumber, fairy farts. Enjoy your nap!"

I look down with a worried brow to see three female fairies on the dirt.

Daffodil and the two other fairy mentors stand and fling a colored fairy wave in the air, leaping onto their individual fairy wave, flying off the elevated platform. Each one retrieves a fallen female fairy teen from the dirt and swings around, carrying the unconscious teens into the school building. The brownies run from the side of the school building and stop, fixing and repairing the broken wooden railings from the numerous fairy falls over the diamond formation, turning and disappearing from the truel duel stage. I frown with fury at the fairy mentors for allowing this vicious physical and mental game at a school of academic learning and pride of Fairyland.

Thurbet says. "The next truel duel is the male fairies. Come on down, boys!"

The dark blue wave of Britton flies across the diamond formation several times before landing his fairy wave. He retracts the wave, standing at the top of the diamond formation, lifting both his arms into fists with a smile and a shout. "Yeehaw." The teens stand and sound with a series of claps and cheers. I stand, softly clapping and worrying about the males too. They are more rough and tough compared to the females.

The crimson wave of Molfalso flies up and over the watcher station of the school building and over the diamond formation too as he turns to the teens with a smirk and a handshake of his fist, landing at the one of the side diamond points of wooden railing intersections, "Yahoo." He turns and tosses his crimson wave horizontal into the healthy trees, burning the green leaves into a pretty pile of drifting hues of yellow and blue. The teens sound with a cheers and claps.

The dark brown wave of Hadwin glides slowly over the dry gray weeds from the behind the bleachers. He waves and smiles at the cheering teens. His dark brown wave stops at the wooden railing. Hadwin leaps into the air, jumping over the wooden railing. His wave creeps between the railings as he lands on top of his fairy wave with a chuckle for the cheering fairies. He jumps off, retracting his fairy wave back into his gem stone with a loud slurp, moving to the opposite railing of Molfalso.

Thurbet sits on top of the elevated platform as Daffodil, Oviv, and Ibbie return and sit on the other elevated platform. He says with a smirk into his gem stone ring for all eardrums. "Welcome to the second truel duel of the hot and heated afternoon. The first one was a tie for last place. Hopefully, we see more action here, boys." The other teens sound with a set of cheers and claps. I shake my curls and my tiara at the vile statement without cheering, clapping, and smiling.

Yachel slides a plate of food to Persia. "Want some food?"

"No." I snap with fury.

Thurbet says. "There is only one rule. No firing ray of harm, only a shooting ray of fun. The fairies are standing in a triangle. Their colored waves are retracted. Go. Britton ignites his dark blue wave into two fairy hands, without fairy fingers. The dark blue twin fairy hands fly to Molfalso. Molfalso releases his crimson wave, wrapping his wave around his body. Good move, Molfalso. The dark blue twin fairy hands can't touch another gem stone wave. The dark blue twin fairy hands bat and recoil from a stinging crimson ray of Molfalso. Hadwin forms his two fairy fists with his single dark brown wave, slamming both his fairy fists into Britton with an evil chuckle. Britton retracts his dark blue wave into the gem stone too, slamming down over the wooden railing. The railing breaks. Britton is down..." The teens stand with a sound of claps and cheers.

I gasp with worry. "This is not fair."

"All's fair for fairies in Fairyland." Yachel stands with a grin and a yell, lifting her arm into two fists.

Thurbet says. "Molfalso twists his crimson fairy wave off his body and sends an upright whirling crimson wave tornado to Hadwin. Hadwin turns and swings his two dark brown fairy fists, batting back a crimson wave tornado. Both the crimson wave tornado and dark brown wave fists recoil back into the fairies, slamming painfully back into their biological fairy bodies. Both Hadwin and Molfalso are down in the dirt. Don't do that, fairies. The impact of an uncontrolled giant fairy wave will harm ya good. All the boys are down. Now, Britton is sitting up on his fanny, shaking his head from dizziness. He slowly stands, whipping out his dark blue fairy wave into a long fairy-like baseball bat. O dear. Molfalso sits upright on his fanny too, forming a crimson wave into a round fairy-like ball. The long fairy bat collides with the round fairy ball. The dark blue fairy bat flings backwards into Britton. Britton is down again. Molfalso is down too. Hadwin stands, wobbling. He releases his dark brown wave, forming two fairy fists. Each fairy fist flies to a fairy directly in the guts. Britton is hit and down. Molfalso dances to the side just in time, fairies. Molfalso creates a fairy fist with his single crimson wave. His single crimson fairy fist turns and soars to the dark brown fairy fist. They strike and recoil from the stinging impact of a fairy ray. Molfalso still stands from the impact. Hadwin still stands from the impact too. The dark brown and crimson fists fly at each other again. Watch out, Hadwin. Britton is up, creating a new fairy hand with a dark blue fairy finger and a fairy thumb from his single fairy wave. Britton flies his dark blue fairy hand behind Hadwin as the crimson and the dark brown fairy fists collide and recoil in stinging pain from the two rays. Molfalso stands. Hadwin stands. These two fairies are strong boys. Britton's dark blue fairy finger and fairy thumb rips off the trouser belt from Hadwin's waist. Hadwin is disarmed, ya'll. He has lost his gem stone buckle mounted upon his belt. Hadwin dives down to the red dirt. Britton lifts and fires his dark blue fairy wave at Hadwin. The dark blue ray hits Hadwin in the leg. Hadwin screams, rolling over and over the dirt. He slams his leg..."

Yachel stands with a gasp and a worried brow. "What's wrong with Hadwin?"

I stand with a gasp and a worried brow too. "I don't know. Is he hurt? Is he bleeding? I can't tell."

Yachel says. "A shooting wave doesn't kill, unless Britton..."

"Naw," I shake my curls and my tiara. "Britton ain't that strong with his fairy strength."

Thurbet says. "Molfalso retracts his crimson fist and slams forward the face of Britton. Britton is down, ya'll. Molfalso straightens his crimson fairy wave and jumps on top of his wave, sailing to Hadwin. He jumps from his crimson wave, retracting the wave, helping Hadwin to stand. Hadwin stands and touches his head, nodding with consciousness. He is not harmed. Hadwin is okay, fairies." The standing teens sound with a series of claps and cheers.

Yachel exhales with a puff of relieve and a smile. "Thank goodness."

Gable leans down to the rear skull of Persia with a smile. "Britton's a strong fairy."

I exhale with confusion. "Yeah, I guess so."

Thurbet says. "But wait, there is a problem. Hadwin pushes Molfalso away and wiggles side to side. He has created a new dance, fairies. Hadwin falls down to his kneecaps, coughing and gagging."

Yachel frowns. "O no."

I frown, "O no, what?"

Yachel frowns. "This ain't good."

I narrow the eyelashes, scanning the dirt inside the truel duel. "What ain't good, Yachel? I don't see..."

Thurbet says. "I see a tail. O my, Hadwin has burped out a fairy's tail like a dragon's tail or a rat's tail or a lizard's tail. It is a real wiggling and waggling tail. It looks like a skinny dark green fairy's tail with a pointy sharp tip. Yeah, that is a fairy's tail for dang shore." The teens point with a series of laughs and giggles at Hadwin.

I gasp. "A fairy's tail, where did come from?"

Yachel shakes her curls and her tiara. "I do not know."

Thurbet says. "I do know. This is the final consequence of a cruel truel. The victim always gets a tail for losing inside the truel duel. The truel duel is a fairy tale event with a fairy tail ending," he chuckles with the other teens.

Hadwin stands, turning and touching the rear of his jeans. He can't capture the tail. He shouts in fury. "What the fudge is this thing, coming out of my butthole, bro?"

Molfalso gasps, whipping his belt buckle in target range of the fairy's tail. "Stand still, Hadwin. I'll blast it with my firing ray..."

Thurbet stands and shouts via his gem stone. "Naw! Don't touch the tail or Hadwin." He shoots his lavender ray, gliding and landing down over the middle of the dirt of the truel duel from the platform of the truel duel stage. He says with a sour frown to Hadwin. "It will disappear in twenty four hours at the exact time of the punch by Britton." Molfalso kneels on the dirt and folds at his waist in painful humor for ending the truel cruel duel. Britton kneels over the dirt, folding over at his waist in pain from numerous viscous fairy slaps and tosses his fist in victory. The standing teens sound with a series of cheers and claps.

Daffodil says via his gem stone, sitting on top of the platform, "An excellent maneuver, fairy. Fairy Britton wins the truel duel here this hot and heated afternoon at the Fairy Academy. The truel duel is over. Please return to your room, get dressed for suppertime in the banquet room. After suppertime, there will a celebration party for our truel duel single winner, fairy Britton for the rest of the evening, until bedtime." The teens sound with a series of cheers and claps, turning and moving down from the bleachers.

Hadwin turns and chases after his green colored fairy tail with a sour frown. "What is this? How did I get this? Get it off now!"

Thurbet grabs and drags Hadwin by the arm with a laugh and a grin, turning and moving across the dirt to the school building. "I am sorry, Hadwin. You lost the truel duel which is a cruel fate that has ended the fairy tale into a fairy tail. You will heal, tomorrow. I promise. The fairy's tail will disappear this time, tomorrow."

Hadwin rubs his split blue jeans with his hand, missing the fairy tail. "I got graduation, tomorrow."

Thurbet moves ahead towards the teens. The teens split for the weird fairy and his fairy's tail. Thurbet grins. "You will attend graduation too. The fairy's tail will not bother you. Now, let's escort you to your room. You should stay there for the evening. We don't want any one tugging or touching your fairy's tail. It will hurt I promise."

"You make a lots of promises, dude." Hadwin moves up the steps with a sour frown, trying to capture his new fairy's tail.

Thurbet smirks. "Yes, I do and I fulfill each and every one of them. I promise." They disappear through the doorless archway with some of the teens, following far behind.

I move down the bleachers and point with a giggle at Hadwin. "Is he okay?"

Yachel moves beside Persia with a worried brow down the sitting bleachers with the other teens back to the school building. "Yeah, I guess! That was really weird, thou. How come Apella, Kuelle, and Nabell didn't get a fairy tail, too, or three?"

I wave my arm with a giggle and a grin for the silly truel cruel duel. "No one won the female truel duel. They all passed out into unconsciousness. So they all failed the competition, right?"

She frowns. "Right, they all passed out, failing the truel duel. This fairy activity is really odd."

Yachel and I move through the dirt, up the broken steps, through the broken doors into the school building. I stomp down the dark hallway with the other teens with a giggle and a grin. "I guess I share my time and my kiss with the other fairy girls today."

Yachel shakes her curls and her tiara with a sour frown. "I would not kiss on Britton after seeing some of these nasty lips from the other fairy girls, darling."

I frown. "Good advice! I will let the other girls kiss on Britton, today. And I will ignore him and his pouting lips until tomorrow morning." Yachel and I turn up the staircase move back toward a private suite to refresh.

300th day Fairy Academy

Last day of school, wee tart

8:08 a.m.

Banquet room setting

Breakfast meal

Warm temperatures with partly cloudy

The bedroom door opens. I turn to face the hallway and scuddle out of my bedroom in the sexy gown with a giggle and a grin. This is the last day of fairy school. I'm so happy. I continue to scuddle down each step with my magenta gem stone fairy wave, tearing up both the non-polished and rotten wooden planks. However, I am last behind the crowd of teens. I continued to scuddle down the dark hallway around the wall corner and halt. Britton stands and stares at the ugly picture of the fairy queen. I move and attack his back spine with my body with a giggle, kissing his earlobe. He swings around, planting a wet kiss on her lips. He and I stand and moan foreverly.

Then, one of the fairy mentors stands inside the archway with a sour frown and a yell. "Everyone come inside and sit down in the banquet room now. The graduation ceremony is about to begin, fairies."

I pull back with a giggle, wiping off his mouth spittle. "I'm so excited. We're graduating into the second class."

He grins. "Will I see you this summertime days at the market?"

I giggle. "I'll be flying there every day, picking up fresh fruits and vegetables at about two in the afternoon."

He chuckles. "I'll be there about two in the afternoon too."

I giggle, "The two of us."

He chuckles. "The too, two of us," then he kisses her lips.

The same fairy monitor yells. "Every fairy will attend graduation now. Or you do not graduate but repeat the same class." I pull back with a grin and a giggle, swinging to the banquet room, scuddling with Britton. Britton and I stop at the archway.

Inside the banquet room, each wooden table wears a specific faded and patched colored tablecloth, holding a set of excited fairies, who are tired of both fairy sessions and fairy wave practices. Each fairy chews on bread and butter with a glass of milk, except Hadwin. He stands in the wall corner away from his fairy table and his fellow fairies. His long green cape is wrapped around his waist out of the way. So his skinny green fairy tail wiggles side to side in funny beauty. He slams the wagging tail back behind his fanny with a sneer. Some of the other male fairies talk and laugh with Hadwin in the wall corner too.

I enter the banquet room with a giggle and a grin, releasing Britton's hand. He turns and scoots with a laugh and a grin to visit with Hadwin. I stand, watching with curiosity. Stad and Molfalso turn and swing around, shaking a skull and a pair of hands, pointing to Hadwin with a negative social visit right now. Britton raises both palms with a laugh and back steps, swinging to his particular fairy table and sits, eating the bread. I exhale with frustration at the male fairies, scooting into my chair at the fairy girl green tablecloth and bounce with a giggle with excitement of fairy graduation.

Daffodil stands on top of the elevated platform behind the ceiling to floor ratty patched dull black curtain which is really a hidden door into the blacksmith shop. Persia had learned the secret and constructed her own palm shell as a fairy in Fourth Class. The thick curtain has a dull beige background which is made of thousands of squares of colors like the curtain has been patched over and over again, after each usage. The curtain hides the entire wall. She waves both arms for attention, saying with a smile and a nod into her bright yellow palm gem stone. "I am very happy along with you, fairies. This is the last day of the Fairy Academy. No more classes. No more waves. No more mentors." The teens sit with a sound of cheers and claps. She grins. "Everyone has passed with a set of specific flying colors which is directly related to your new designation of your graduation, here and now," her pale yellow wave beams on the thirteen years old fairies. The females and males turn from the color of silver into bright red on top of their individual headpieces of halos and tiaras first. Then the twin tablecloths turn from girly pink and boyish blue into red, second. The thirteen years old stand with a set of claps and cheers.

I continue to sit without chewing on the bread, seeing the thirteen year old transformation. Yachel had stolen it twenty seconds ago, chewing away.

Daffodil scoots her bright yellow fairy wave over the fourteen year old table, changing each tiara and halo into a new color hue of green along with a badly patched puke green tablecloth. Persia giggles with more excitement for her own fairy graduation.

Daffodil retracts her fairy ray quickly and shoots it at each fifteen year old girl.

I see her bright yellow ray hit my tiara. I do not stand being too nervous. I feel the smooth ray and gently heat, morphing my tiara from green into black stones. I lift my hands posing around my skull without touching my sizzling tiara, turning with a giggle and grin to Yachel. Yachel swings her curls side to side, creating a wind storm, cooling off her heated tiara. I giggle, copycatting her movement for fun and safety.

Daffodil waves her bright yellow fairy wave at Hadwin. His halo diamonds turn from green into black. Then, his wiggling real fairy tail sounds with a pop and then disintegrates into a plume of green flakes. The flakes fall down on the floor and vanish.

Hadwin lifts his arms with a smile and a yell. "It's gone. It's a miracle. I am a whole, again. Thank you, Mentor Daffodil. Thank you kindly, Mentor Daffodil. She's the women of the hour," he bows at a fit waist to her with a smile, standing upright with a laugh.

Daffodil touches each fifteen year old boy with her bright yellow wave also, turning the green stones into black. Then, the twin tablecloths change into a dull black ugly color. She retracts her bright yellow fairy wave, motioning to the graduates of Fairy Academy.

The sixteen years old fairies stand from the old patched and dull black tablecloths when the tablecloths disappear, leaving the beaten up naked wood surfaces. They form a straight line on the platform, starting with the shortest to the tallest teens.

Daffodil moves and scoots behind the shortest fairy with a smile, waving her palm gem stone above the hair roots of the first male. The sculptured and polished glittering gem stone of the wrist watch on the fairy brightens up into a solid wall of burgundy. The swirling wall rises up to the ceiling, surrounding the male in a circle. You see only the circle of burgundy. The gem stone ray touches the ceiling tiles, dropping a set of tiny plaster chips over some of the other fairies and slowly disappears, descending down to the male fairy that is engulfed inside the circle of burgundy. When the circle drops completely onto the platform and disappears into the wooden platform, it explodes small splinters of rotten wood and red sawdust particles that are not for drama. And then the fairy is re-presented in a new color kinda like re-paired and re-patched dishes and mugs. Each male fairy wear a halo of colored stones, a shirt, a fairy cape, and a pair of boot of burgundy color with matching gem stones, coming from his closet brownie. The gem stone of the fairy has the power, changing the stones inside his halo, since all the gems come from the same underground dirt wall of the continuous cave tunnels. And, his fashion clothing closet brownie was standing behind the ugly patchwork curtain, holding a new shirt, cape, and a pair of matching cowboy boots. Daffodil zapped the clothing items onto the body during the pretty light show. This is part of the magic show at the Fairy Academy, ya'll.

I gasp with a sour frown, remembering that my family doesn't have a closet brownie and clap and cheer with the other teens. Yachel's family has brownies, so I can borrow one of them, the year after that when I graduate almost turning seventeen years old.

Daffodil touches each fairy tiara and fairy halo, creating an array of individual colored cylinders based on the individual gem stone. The individual gem stone wave surrounds each sixteen year old student, who has advanced into the first class, marking the end of the academic year, since teen fairy will be seventeen years old during the summertime days. After the last teen morphs into her personality color, Daffodil shoves her off the stage with a smile and a nod, lifting her arms, saying via her gem stone. "Have a good summertime, fairies! We will start the new academic year in the month of August this year. Your parents will be landing one at a time on top of the dirt in front of the porch. They will signal you by gem stone. Please gather your gear, waiting on the front porch. Good luck and good bye, ya'll."

I lean over with a giggle and a grin to Yachel. "Next year, we're sixteen year olds."

She chews the bread. "I know."

"I passed my coach flying. I get to fly the coach to school next year."

"I know."

I giggle. "And then the next year after that, we get to select our fancy gala gown."

"I know."

I laugh. "I don't know what to choose."

"I don't know."

" _Persia."_ Her mom says via the gem stone, echoing through her daughter's magenta gem stone.

I sit upright and lift up the palm gem stone with a giggle and a grin, "Yeah."

Her mama says via the gem stone to Persia. _"Yes, ma'am is the proper response, young fairy."_

I eye roll. "Yes ma'am."

Her mama says via the gem stone to Persia, _"I am flying our coach down into the tunnel. Please be ready for pickup. I have picked up your luggage also."_

"Yes ma'am." I hug Yachel one more time with a happy smile. "See ya'll this summertime days."

Yachel steals more bread from the table with a smile. "Yeah, see ya'll during the summertime days too."

I stand and swing around, scuddling in my old torn and stained sexy green gown and my new tiara with black diamonds and say via my gem stone. "Mama, can I please drive the coach back home now? I got my fairy license. I passed my coach flying course without destroying the nasty black plant flies, the black bees, the pink flowers, and the white honeysuckles too."

Her mom says via her gem stone. _"I am landing and sliding over to the front passenger seat. You can drive home, honey."_

I lift up the sexy dress and expose a pair of naked kneecaps, running through the archway with a giggle and a grin, foregoing a good bye kiss to Britton. I will see him this summer, maybe tomorrow. I cannot pass up the chance to fly our family coach for the first time from the school to my home, "Yeehaw!"

Continue the adventures of Persia, Yachel, Stad, Britton, Apella, and all of the teen fairies in the last novel entitled Tell.......
