A loud incessant beeping invades your dreams. You realize you are not ruler of the world; you're just an average kid. You reach over and feel for the off button on your alarm clock. Finally you find it and stop the beeping. You sit up and rub your eyes. You hop out of bed and begin to get ready for another boring day at school. When you are finished you look over at your alarm clock to see how much time you have to get to school. You do not live far enough away to need a bus ride so you must walk. As you continue to look at the clock something else on your bed side table draws your eye, a green diary. You hesitate then you grab the book, pick up your back pack, run out of your room in to the living room, and then in to the kitchen. You open the cupboard, reach up to the second to the top shelf, and pull down a breakfast bar to eat on the way to school. You walk back in to the living room where you start for the large purple door, when the phone rings. You turn around and look in the direction of the phone but it is not on the hook. You decide to let the machine get it as you walk out the door. You begin walking toward your school.
You walk for at least five minutes, and you are now almost a block away from school, when you hear what sounds like a young boy your age: "I don't know why or who would take your diary from high school Cosmo." You hide behind a large tree planted on the side walk as you listen. "I don't know either Timmy but the box it was kept in was open, and we didn't open it," you hear a women say. "Don't worry guys, I'm sure it will turn up," the boy says. "All my memories…" you hear a new voice say sadly with a wine. You can not tell the gender of this new voice.
They begin walking away, and as you hear their foot steps you take a sigh of relief. You look down at the diary you hold in your hands, and decide to put it in to your back pack and do so. As soon as they are far enough away you come out from behind the tree. You decide to cross the street to the right of you so that you do not have to pass them while walking.
When you walk in the class room Mr. Crocker is already there, beginning one of his rants. You sigh and sit down in your usual seat. You open your back pack and take out a text book and the diary quickly placing the diary in the text book so you can read it with out any one knowing. You look up at the board and notice a list of vocabulary words. You look over at Mr. Crocker, "Class, I want you to complete this word list with its definitions; we will be having a test on them Friday. If you do not complete th…" you tune out the rest not caring what strange consequence he has in store for the forgetful sort. You put down the text book with the diary still inside making it not close completely. You fish around in your back pack for a piece of paper; you pull one out, and place it on your desk. You then scribble down the words from the board so you do not forget them:
Fairy
Fairy World
Magic
Wands
Pixie
You let out a long sigh as you realize Crocker has something new; something you haven't heard him talk about before: Pixie
You put the paper back into your back pack for later and again open your text book to read more of the life of this, Cosmo.
Dear diary,
When I grow up (not to long off) I want to be a fairy god parent I want to make a difference in childrenses lives and maybe if I'm lucky I can have a 'fairy god mother' by my side. But my mama has other plans. She wants me to make lots of money and be able to take care of her in her old age or something. When is she gonna realize I'm not gonna be a brain serjent sergent serdgent Oh how ever you spell it!
Please I don't even know if I can become a fairy god father. I'd probably be lucky to become a janitor at a fairy high school. How, what's that word people always use for like a time when, you know, oh I know Ironic.
You slowly turn the page
Dear Diary,
I just had a cherry sucker, and my tongue is red. Yay!
You skim the rest of this page and find that it has nothing of interest, so you turn the page once more. You begin to notice you are still tired since you woke up this morning; you must not have gotten enough sleep last night. All sound around you starts to drift away. The page you are starring at gets blurry, then blackness.
'Snore…'