She quickly, yet quietly, fumbled with her house keys, desperately trying to find the right key to slide into keyhole. Darkness crept over the street long ago, and she preferred no one know that she was out this late at night. She wouldn't know what would happen if anyone found out, therefore she waited until her family thought she was fast asleep before she hurriedly dressed in appropriate attire and snuck out of her upstairs window. She was surprised her father and twin sister had yet to realize she ever left the house, especially since she left every night only around this time of the year. Of course she worried she would get caught, but she has not yet. And how long has she been doing this? Only the last five years or so. Plus, this escape was the only thing she looked forward to all year.
As did the humans.
She never knew why they celebrated this time of year, but she knew it brought great sources of joy to all. Old and young, male and female, uptight and carefree, no one found this peculiar holiday as anything but amazing. For the humans, it was the most magical time of the year. In a literal sense, she would agree if she was one of them instead of what she already was. She long ago wished to become one of them. But, alas, she could not leave her family behind. Her loved ones would miss her greatly, and she could never wish that upon them. Still, wouldn't it be so much fun as a human? They did not have the power or magic as a certain species had, yet they lived life to the fullest, and many died happy. Others died unable to achieve this so called 'magic' most humans wished existed. Too bad for them. It was very sad, but at least they weren't wrong, right?
Entering the small foyer, she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom. Across the hallway, she could hear her twin sister in her separate bedroom snoring softly. Noting the various costumes and papers from scripts spewed about the hallway, she mentally reminded herself to lecture her sister tomorrow about cleaning up after herself when she played with her acting stuff. Can you believe her sister wanted to be an actress? Her chances of becoming one (AND be successful) were about as slim as her becoming human.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped over a rather extravagant dress and into her bedroom. Once she silently shut the door, she stripped herself of her black jacket, black fur boots, and pink scarf. Quickly stuffing it into a box and sliding it over the bed, she thought of how sad it was their world didn't have seasons like Earth did. It was a shame her friends would never experience something as magical as snow, which was the very reason no one could find her jacket and boots. They were not needed on their land, so they were not sold. The only way to get one was on Earth.
She walked over to her vanity by her closet and let her curly pink hair fall around her shoulders when she pulled out the hair tie. She sat on the stool and watched herself brush her long hair in the mirror, thinking of the places she wanted to visit tomorrow night. After brushing out the tangles her busy day caused, she examined the delicate wings protruding from her back. Humans would be so jealous. The simple thought made her laugh.
Looking closely, you could almost see the magical glint in her eye that only appeared after a wonderful night like tonight. She smiled.
The only thing that made her stand out whenever she visited Earth was her vibrant hair and eye color. Apparently, humans didn't have brightly colored hair as fairies do. That's a shame. It made it so much harder to blend in, and the fairy academy wouldn't give out wands until their students graduated. So the only way she could disguise herself was when she wore her jacket to cover her wings. She had to keep the oddly-colored hair and crown sitting upon her head. Luckily no one found this as suspicious behavior. Apparently, she looked as though she were a 15-year-old human girl. She was, in fact, a freshman in her high school just like them. If she was reported, Jorgen, otherwise known as the leader of their land of Fairy World, would have her head. It was a very strict law that no fairy was to go to Earth unless there was an emergency situation or you had an assignment in your job as a Fairy Godparent. Maybe if she couldn't live the life of a human, she could live on Earth as a Fairy Godparent? She has only heard good things about the job, and she's heard numerous comments on how well she handled kids on the few times she was asked to babysit.
"Wanda Venus Fairywinkle! What are you doing up at this hour?"
She swung around in her seat furiously, heart pounding, "Big Daddy! I..uh…" She stalled for an excuse, playing with the hem of her dress. "I actually just woke up. I fell asleep a few hours ago, but I just woke up. So I was going to go back to sleep though…" She looked her father in the eyes. He looked really disappointed in her. She didn't like lying to him, but he couldn't know the truth. He wouldn't let her go back!
He shook his head, "Okay. Just go to bed soon. Your sister complained you were making too much noise." Wanda scowled, "Well tell her I'm complaining about the mess she leaves in the hallway! Someone's going to end up killing themselves sooner or later!" "Alright," Big Daddy closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "I'll tell her to clean up. Agh, you and Blonda. Your fights give me such a migraine."
Big Daddy left the room and Wanda climbed into her bed with a huff. Not bothering to change out of her sleeveless yellow dress, she switched off the table lamp next to her bed a quickly fell asleep.
"Wanda! Waaaanndaaaaa…"
She groaned and her eyes burst open. Staring back at her was almost a clone of herself, but with blonde hair. "Ugh," Wanda moaned, "Blonda! Why did you wake me up?" Blonda got up from the side of the bed and walked out of the bedroom. "Your friends are here to get you for lunch!" She yelled over her shoulder. "Oh no!" Wanda cried, after taking a quick glimpse at her clock. It was 12:15, the same time her friends said they would drop by to pick her up for lunch. Dashing to her closet, she hurriedly changed into a clean yellow dress and ran down the stairway.
She reached the kitchen to find her two best friends sitting at the table, Clare and Tricia. Clare had baby blue hair and eyes, while Tricia consisted of a dark purple theme."Hey there she is!" Clare called out. "Where have you been?" Tricia questioned. Wanda pulled up a chair next to them, "Well, you see, I just woke up and-" Tricia grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the front door, "No time to sit! Matt and Nate are probably already waiting for us!" Wanda recovered from tripping over herself as she asked, "What about Cosmo? I thought he was coming." Clare opened the door and gently shoved the two of them outside, "His job kept him from coming! Which explains why we're all eating at the diner. Come on, we're going to be late!" With that, she slammed the door behind them all.
It took around ten minutes for them to practically fly at maximum speed to get to the diner. The girls all walked in, gasping for air. Two boys approached them. One had orange-red hair, while the other had jet black hair. The black haired boy approached Tricia, "Almost late again, are we?" He smirked. Tricia recovered and slugged him in the arm, "Oh you're just so hilarious, aren't you, Nate?" He playful wailed in response, while whining about how Tricia hurt his arm. The orange-haired boy approached the two, "Stop messing around! It's time to go to our table!"
A waiter led the five to a booth. Nate and Matt slid in first on either side of the table. Tricia slid in next to Nate and Clare followed, leaving Wanda to sit next to Matt. They spent a few minutes talking about anything, but complaining about the mean new teacher that just came to their school. Tricia's eyes swiveled around to look behind Wanda, "And look who's coming now!" Everyone turned to see a clumsy, green-haired fairy come towards them. "Hey ladies, gentleman… Nate." Nate jokingly gave him a menacing look, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Everyone else greeted him, "Hey, Cosmo!" "So," he pulled out a notepad, "What do you all want for dr- oh my gosh!" Startled, Wanda looked up at him, "What is it?" He stared down at her with a wide-eyed expression, nearly hiding behind his notepad, "What? Nothing! I just..uh..I didn't think… You…uh….What was that order again?" Wanda giggled, "I would like a strawberry shake, please." Tricia piped up, "And a banana split for me!" "And I'll have what my babe Trish here is having," Nate said, slipping his arm around her shoulders. Tricia slapped his arms away, "Do not call me that. I'm not your 'babe' and I'm not Trish." Nate coward kiddingly, "Oh, please don't kill me!" She narrowed her eyes, "Well, I just might have to!"
After taking everyone else's orders, Cosmo ran off to the kitchen to start making their orders. Once Tricia saw him disappear behind the double doors, she leaned in closer to Wanda, "Hey guess what?" Confused Wanda leaned in next to her, "What?" Tricia leaned in close so she could whisper, "I think he likes you." Wanda pulled back. With a fake wide-eyed expression, she sarcastically said, "No, really?" "I'm serious!" Tricia said defensively. "Tricia, I really don't think-" "Look, here he comes!" Tricia pointed behind Wanda, who turned around just in time to see Cosmo trip of one of the chair's legs. The large platter of drinks he was carrying tipped and swayed. Clare yelled out, "Look out!" And soon the whole world looked to be covered in milkshake. The only ones who got even a drop on them were Cosmo and Wanda. Cosmo, having fallen, laid on the floor, face terror-stricken. His entire face was covered in various milkshakes and condiments. Wanda still sitting in the booth, also found herself soaked.
Clare, Tricia, Matt, and Nate sat stunned in the booth. A snicker, and they all burst out in hysterical laughter. "Wa-Wanda! Your face!" Tricia cackled. "That was hilarious!" Clara held her stomach. Wanda cracked a smile as she grabbed a few napkins to wipe off the goo dripping from her chin, "Wow, you all are just so funny." She turned back down to Cosmo, "Are you alright?" He jumped up next to her and started panicking, "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!" "Cosmo, it's okay," Wanda tried to reassure him. He didn't hear her, "I spilled everything all over you!" Wanda laughed, "It's really fine. Are you okay? You took a really big fall right there."
Wanda pulled out a few napkins and wiped the ice cream off of his face. He blushed and said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, fine, fine…"
"So, Wanda," Clare turned to her, "We are all heading to Tricia's house tonight for a movie get together. Care to join?"
Wanda hesitated, "Well…I'd love to…But I…uh…" She stalled for an excuse. She hasn't missed a chance to go to Earth since she discovered their wonderful holiday, and she was not about to start missing it. Even once. "I…uh… need to stay home. Blonda and I already had plans." What a terrible excuse.
Tricia smirked, "You? Blonda? Together and hanging out? Not possible. You two practically hate each other, and can't stay in the same room without having a huge blowup."
"And that's why!" Wanda smiled. A fake grin, I might add. "Thank you so much for understanding! But I got to go now, bye!"
With a hurried wave goodbye, the pink haired fairy flew down out of the diner and took off down the street.