Hey. This is my new fairy tale story thingy. Enjoy. R& R

Standing on a cloud, above the Earth has a weird affect on me. Like my life is sort of surreal. I suppose that I have a right to think that. I mean, who happens to be part fairy, part human. I've known it for years and I still have a hard time accepting that my grandma's a fairy as well as my great-grandma, for some reason, their descendent; my mother fell in love with a HUMAN! He died in an accident when I was 12. No one will tell me what kind of accident…

Anyways after my father died my mother moved back to her childhood home dragging me along with her. My grandmother is always giving me lessons on fairy history, lessons and all that. She never gives my cousins any. I don't know why. They're the real fairies. My grandmother always shakes her head and prepares to lecture me whenever I tell her that.

It was escaping a boring lecture in which I had fled. My grandma loves it when I go outdoors. I told her I was going on a picnic just as she was about to beckon me into her study and begin lessons on fairy government. While that subject is interesting it severely cramps my social life, especially on warm, sunny days which it was. So when I asked for her permission she said yes. Now that I think about it she looked as if she was not saying yes with certainty. I almost wish that she had told me not to go.

I never said good-bye to my mother when I left. I just left her a note. One stupid note. After all I am sixteen years old. I have learned by now that the fastest way to get out of the house is to tell the least amount of people that you can. If I had told my mother she would have made a huge fuss and insisted on making the sandwiches for me, double checking I had enough water etc. I just kissed my grandma god-bye and told her I would be back soon. Then I walked out of the back door, my basket hanging from my slim shoulder.

Most fairies would fly to their destination. I can't. It's not because I am only part fairy but because I am not of age yet. Most fairies grow their wings around the age of 18. Once you get them your magic is in full force. You need to get your wings and magic early enough so that they can aid you for the rest of your lives. Which is about 647 years. Even part fairies live that long.

I bounced up and down on the puffiness below me. My denim jeans were the latest fashions on Cloud Nine. To top it I was wearing a plain silver t-shirt that matched my silver eyes. My dark brown hair was tied back tightly in a ponytail with braids sprouting from it. That way when I ate it wouldn't get in my face.

I finally found the perfect place. The place where I always went. It was what you would call a cliff. If I leaned over I could look down on Earth. My Earth, my dad's formerhome. It was the only thing that I had left of him besides a few of his baggy t-shirts that I still wore to this day. It had been four years and it still hurt just as much as it did before.

Thinking about it makes me tear up and I hate crying. It makes me feel alone. None of my friends really understand. Their parents are still in their prime. They won't die for hundreds of years. Unless they get murdered which is highly unlikely.

I sat down on the cliff and opened up my basket. As I ate I enjoyed the view of all the things that I had used to live by and with. Sometimes, with my extra-ordinary eyesight I was able to spot someone I had once known. It was interesting watching them grow and learn. Even now, they still talked about me. "Where has Addie gone?" They always seem to ask.

When my air puff sandwich has been fully eaten I lay down flat on the ledge and let my head hang downwards in an effort to see Earth more clearly. Just when I had gotten into a comfortable position the cloud started shaking. Shoot. Why did there have to be a storm right now?

Suddenly I felt my head slip forward, followed by my whole body. I immediately started to panic. I did my best to stay on but it was no use. I was going to fall right off the huge cloud to my doom.

Just as I was about to fall I felt strong hands wrap around me, pulling me up. When I was on my own two feet again I saw that the hands belonged to a fairly tall fairy with an impish grin. I didn't recognize him and I knew every fairy on the cloud. I will admit when I saw his face my heart did a few flips. I'd never seen anyone just like him.
"So, is Earth-watching a new fad going?" he asked.

"Um, well, no. Thanks for saving me from my doom." I managed to choke out, avoiding his direct gaze.

"Yeah, well no problem."

"I don't recognize you and I swear I know everyone on the cloud," I told him curiously.

"I'm here with a few of my comrades from another cloud," he said. Then abruptly as if he was about to give out classified information he changed the subject. "Hey, what's your name anyways?"

"Addie. Addie Nimbus. Well since you know mine I believe I should know yours!" I was definitely losing my mind. If I had not been rescued by the stranger I would have definitely been more:

A: Aggressive

B: Sarcastic

"Jesse." He spoke absentmindedly like he was trying to decide something. He seemed to be wrestling with himself. As if what he would say would be a matter of life and death.

"Well, thanks again for saving me. Maybe I'll see you around." The conversation was DEFINETELY not going as planned. It was time to get out of it. It was just too awkward. While I do happen to have friends I rarely got into situations like this. While I talk often with guys the topics of conversation usually ran from talks about sports such as fluff ball, competitions, the news and stuff like that. This Jesse dude wasn't from around here and while he definitely wasn't ugly he had a shifty aura around him, like he wouldn't let anyone get too close.

My thoughts were interrupted when he asked me if I would like some air candy. I, being the polite part-fairy that I was agreed to go with him. It was weird, whenever I told anyone my name they immediately got all polite and friendly. Nowadays, all my friends treat me normal but when I first came, it was sort of startling.

We walked in silence. I wished that I had invited my friends. Jules would have got a conversation going in no time. It was too bad all my friends were bubbly outgoing people who could brighten anyone's day. Jesse had seemed all friendly and teasing until I had told him my name. Then he had looked as if he was in dreamland. Maybe that candy would bring him down to Cloud.

The walk was a bit far. My cliff was located on the opposite side of the Market Place. If I had been older it would have been a perfect flying journey. That's when I realized that I might be hindering Jesse if he had his wings. The thing was it was rude to come right out and ask about wings. I may have been polite but when it came to asking questions I just couldn't stop myself.

"Uh, um, how old are you?" I had to say it. I must have sounded very sophisticated. NOT.

Jesse looked amused. Not in a bad way. Just like I had said something funny.

"If you are asking whether or not I have my wings yet, then the answer if no," Jesse said. "I am not of age yet." He finished darkly. I could have sworn that his eyes flashed red when he said that. But then I just told myself that I was being silly and that no matter how strange Jesse may be he isn't one from the Red Side.

When we finally reached the Market Place Jesse seemed lost. Now I knew for sure that he didn't come from around here. Every fairy in miles knew about our market place. It had practically every item on the market. Jewelry, foods, clothing you name it. The prices were pretty good too.

I took Jesse by arm and led him to my favorite candy shop. In that shop were wonders. They had EVERYTHING even things from Earth. Sometimes when I was feeling down I went and bought a huge Coffee Crisp which had been my favorite chocolate bar when I was younger. It still was. It brought back good memories. Memories of my dad and I playing Badminton and then going out for a treat. Memories of birthday parties in which my cake always has chocolate bars hidden in it. Just good old happy memories that I loved.

Jesse picked out a tightly bundled role of chocolate spun cotton candy. He seemed entranced by it, as if he had never seen it before. That was strange as it was one of the most widely sold candies on fairyland as well as one of the cheapest.

I chose a bag of double chocolate chip cookies. I hadn't had them for ages. I walked up to the counter where Jesse was standing. In his hand were a few dollar bills. At least that's what I thought they were. They didn't really look like the ones I had. When he saw I was there he crumpled them up in his hand and told me that he didn't have any money. I pretended not to know about the fact that he was holding some money in his hand. I grabbed his candy and paid for it with my rather liberal allowance.

Jesse kept apologizing about not having any money until I told him to shut up. Yes, VERY polite. As I dragged him throughout the market his face was one of shock. He hadn't made a sound since I had told him to shut up.

Eventually I got tired and told him that I was going to go home. He told me to go on ahead as he still wanted to look around the market. The weird thing was while I was on my trek home I felt a presence behind me. I just shrugged it off and continued on my way.

When I was almost at my grandmother's building I felt an explosion behind me. When I turned around to look I saw a bunch of fairies with bright red eyes behind me. I looked up and saw more of them crowding the sky. In desperation I turned so I faced forwards again and the sight completely blew me away. There was an entire lineup of red-eyed fairies. Cloud Nine was being INVADED. All around me there were flying up and down crowding out the sunlight. Fairies were scattered everywhere. Yelling, screaming begging for the Red ones to leave.

The Red fairies had never invaded Cloud Nine before. Other clouds had been victims but not us. Magical blasts were shot everywhere knocking fairies out. I did my best to dodge all the ones that came near me. Then fairies from Cloud Nine began to fight back. Unfortunately they were no match for the Red ones. Our Cloud was a peaceful one and avoided battle at all costs. Now we had to pay.

Suddenly I saw a dart of blood red magic coming my way. I attempted to dodge it but tripped over a loose piece of cloud. I tripped and fell, landing with a thump on the soft ground. Immediately a bolt of magic hit me. At first I felt fine but then I felt a little bit woozy. This feeling increased and I surrendered myself into a dark, desolate oblivion.