/song "Bossy" by Kelis plays loudly/
"FIRST DAY!" Kaladria screamed as she jusmped out of bed. When both feet hit the floor at the same time, she knew that this was going to be the day. Running across the persian rug she leaned over her flatscreen laptop just to check the date. YES! It was August 12th! Stripping down to her panties and bra, Kala skipped over to the door and peered out into the hallway of the fourth floor. "Pierre! COFFEE! Phillippe! TOWEL!" She was not going to be late.
Backtracking through the room she was in previous to the hallway, Kala jolted to the bathroom that was linked onto her room. Once inside, she started up the radio inside the pristine clear triple wide shower. "Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake IT!" she began to yelp as she jumped in. Asthe water ran down her fuschia curls, Kala began to visualize her school as it had always bee. Lush green courtyards, good for socializing with the other cliques. The cold, yet bustling hallways, the key place for flirty looks and joyful laughter. And the solid powder pink of the girl's bathroom, the only place secrets are safely divulged on the campus. Awwwwwww, Mid Evil High.
And this year, seniors! Yes, she was finally the big dog on campus. A senior! OH GOSH!
"Miz, your towel." Kaladria's trusty butler beconned as she was sudenly broken of her fantasy.
"Thank you." Kaladria said slowly as she cut the water valves off sharply. Snatching the fluffy, freshly baked towel from the frenchman, Kala bound herself up in it as she lept ove the edge of the tub. "Is daddy up?"
"Of corse." came back a similar voice, but not the same. It was Phillippe with a silver tray holding a single shimmering mug of hot coffee.
"I am notup for these mind games today Phillippe. Tell your bother to stop all the switchinbg up." Kaladria grumbled. Peeling the towel away and then draping a fuffy acronym embellished robe over he curvy frame, Kaladria readjusted her neck to look out the door. "Okay, move. I need to talkn to daddy." Stepping out of the way the butler only moaned. All this yelling and as always, she never touchs the coffeee. Not once. Not even a whiff.
Okay, the symbolic line of squggles and stars above are clues for you, the reader, to take a break from what is currently happening and shift your attention elsewhere. Who am I? I am just Panda, your author. And I think its about time for me to explain a little bit of whats going on. Its not fair for me to force you to read on in a world you know nothing about. The girl you are reading about currently is named Kaladria. I may frequently refer to her as Kala. As you have gathered she isnt human. That is, the hot pink hair shouldve tipped you off a little. Not to say that there arent thousands of outrageous hairdyes in the world. But in their world its natural. She is a fairy. One of the more common order that will be involved in this story. There are others, but this order is recognizable by their large fanciful wing patterns and the colors that mark them from head to toe. Each fairy is born a certain color. Though this color's shade may change throughout a lifetime, the base is always concrete. This color marks their eye color, their natural nail coloe, their hair and even blood. the color inherited by faeries is hereditary. It is a mixture of the two biological parents. Now, this particular characxter is in fact spoiled rotten. Butlers, and siler trays andstuff are no stretch of the truth. Her father, "daddy" as she referrs to him is no other than Mr. Charles Tucker CLoud, owner of Cloud 9 Diamond Co., and self made million, maybe even billionaire. So, thats it for now. I need lunch. Ill be back. No worries.