Preface

I opened my eyes; it felt like I was opening my eyes to something new, something reborn. But no, it was just another day... but my special day. My hundredth day of being an earthling. I was quite excited, except there was something different that I couldn't put my finger on.
That's right, I have school today. And no human would understand my being a faerie and landing here on earth a hundred days ago. It's only a special tradition for us faeries.
And let me tell you more magical things about being a faerie. The things people think about faeries - wings, magic, pixie dust - that's all a lie. Well, except for the wings. But, of course, we can't fly unless you are at least fifty years old as a faerie.
Counting your age as a fairy is hard work... it's like averaging years. I won't ex-
plain all that, too much to handle. And with the magic and pixie dust; no one has any of those. There is no "magic" involved in being a faerie, only science.
Hang on to what I'll tell you now. No one can find out about faeries on earth. I will not tell you where I live, I cannot tell you my complete lifestyle. But I can give you this book.