Confessions of a Disgruntled Fairy
There is nothing more annoying than a disgruntled fairy. I should know. I am one. But you can't really blame me. I mean, come on! You would be in a sour mood to if you had to deal with a dozen, overactive, hyper, obnoxious, and unruly group of boys all day long. They never stop. It's just nonstop jumping, running, climbing, swimming, diving- It's enough to make your head explode! As if Peter alone wasn't a handful. And it doesn't help that they never listen…. or that they can't understand me at all. They don't even respect me! I can't tell you how many times I've been flicked away… Or when they shake me for pixie dust. Hey, I get headaches too, you know.
And then they go and bring that little…that little…ugh! I can't even describe her. With her perfect smile and her little laugh and her cute little dimples and…just everything about her. How can you compete with that? Not that I'm competing. There's nothing to fight over. It's just that it was hard enough to get any attention before. Think about it. It's pretty easy to forget about something that can use a tissue for sheets and a spool for a comfortable seat. How many times have I gotten stuffed in a pocket? Numerous times.
And now the stupid little girl is gone and all he talks about is HER all day.
"Is it spring yet?"
"Time for spring cleaning, right?"
"So were going tomorrow?"
It's enough to make you sick. Fortunately for me, I'm not the jealous type. Peter is though; he's also immature, young, and, well…Peter. I suppose he'll be in for a surprise this time. Little Wendy isn't so little anymore. She won't hold his attention for long, I should know. I've been trying to catch it for such a long time. I've saved his hide from Hook more times than I can count. But I guess that's what I get for being a loyal and dedicated fairy.
It's just never fair. The only time I ever got noticed was when I tried to sabotage Wendy. How wrong is that? I've got to figure out her tricks. How the heck does that little prude catch the eyes of anybody? It's sick. I hate her… I really do. Peter saves her and all I get is a good whiff of Hooks aftershave. God! …stupid Wendy
