This is going to be the first in a series of one shots- so stay tuned! Read and review,
Rhyleigh xoxox
"Are you sure it's in here, Mum?" sixteen year old Rachel Rafter called impatiently, her head muffled by the clothes in her parents' wardrobe.
"Rachel, I put it in there myself", Julie told her, stepping into the room. "Move over, let me look".
But something had caught Rachel's eye- a shoebox full of photos. "When are these from, Mum?"
"From when you and the boys were really little". Julie smiled as her daughter hauled the box out, matching the younger blonde's cross legged position in the middle of the floor. "Oh, look at Ben!"
Her middle son was covered head to toe in chocolate cake, the party hat from his second birthday the only thing indicating the date. Rachel grinned, pulling out a stack and beginning to flick through them.
Pictures from birthdays, Christmases and concerts gone by, the young girl noted, as the memories flooded her- but there was one photo that caught her eye. A blonde little girl, no older than four, in a hot pink tutu, squeezing the hand of a brunette, dressed in a purple tutu. She recognised herself immediately- the tutu had been a present for her fourth birthday from her beloved nan and granddad- but the other girl was a completed mystery to her.
She wanted to say she could remember- and parts of it, she could. She could remember twirling around the house wearing her pink tutu, dancing for anyone who would stand still long enough. But her mind drew a blank for who the other girl was.
"Hey Mum?" she said, sliding the photo over.
"I haven't seen that one in years!" Julie started to laugh.
"I don't remember this".
"You don't?" her mother sounded surprised.
"I remember the tutu". Her mother nodded, as if saying 'you would'. "Who is she?"
Julie handed the photo back. "Don't you two still go to the same school?"
Rachel looked down at the photo once more. "No..." but then she realised why the smile of the girl looked so familiar.
"You and Tasha used to dance around the house, singing and playing all day long, when we'd let you", Julie laughed. "Dad used to call you two the fairies".
"How... what..." Rachel just stared, hardly able to believe that the girl who teased her day in and day out was once her friend. Her best friend, the photo depicted.
"You really don't remember?" Julie sounded surprised.
"We were friends?" Rachel said in disbelief.
"That's putting it mildly- you were inseparable!" Julie laughed at her daughter's shocked face. "it was such a shame when you two drifted apart- and no one really knew why, either".
"I don't know". Rachel shrugged, standing up and drifting off.
The picture continued to baffle her- no, haunt her. How could she not remember? How had she had Tasha McNeil gone from the apparently infamous fairies to mortal enemies? Tasha McNeil had been making her life a living hell since kindergarten. She could only remember the way things had become.
It got to the point where she considered marching up to the only other person that would know- Tasha McNeil herself. But, seeing the way they had become, she thought that would not be a good idea.
She put it off for days, but eventually, she slipped the photo of the two little girls- the blonde with the huge beaming grin, dressed in pink, and the brunette dressed in purple, her face threatening to crack with the smile- into her English workbook, sticking it into her school bag.
And the first person she saw, upon arriving at school, was Tasha McNeil.
"What?" she said, bracing herself for the attack that would no doubt follow.
"Move", Tasha McNeil snapped, and Rachel leapt out of the way. She was completely bewildered at the fact that they had once been friends. The best of friends, according to her parents. Leaping around the house, spreading their fairy magic.
Some things were best to stay in the past- but it didn't stop her wanting to know more.