Chapter 6/5: Questions
I stared up at the ceiling.
Why would she lie to me?
The thought made anger rise up in my throat.
Tick tock, tick tock...
My clock was counting every second...
This peeved me.
I stood up and crossed the room and towards the copy of the book Alana gave me—Midsummer Night's Dream. I flipped it open, grumbling, "Humph." What ticked me off even more was what the book was about.
Fairies.
Was that... thing in my kitchen a fairy? It couldn't be possible. Maybe some person that Mom invited over who was going to be in a school production? I mean, there are a lot of plays with fairies in them...
But hers seemed so real, they looked real, they flapped kinda real...
So real.
Why must my life be so complicated?
I heard a knock on my door. "Hun, I made dinner."
At first I didn't respond. Then: "... Okay. I'll come downstairs."
I heard Mom shuffle down the stairs and sighed. She would have a lot to tell me. Everything.
The last thing I heard before I went downstairs was the ticking of my clock.
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Tick tock, tick tock...
The clock mocked Mrs. Di Verian.
She sat down at the table and played around with her chicken, which was a very strange thing for her to do. Charlotte came down a bit later with an emotionless mask. The two ate dinner in silence. Mrs. Di Verian was contemplating how to explain, but she was feeling jittery. She tried to calm down, but to no avail.
The mother was thinking of the worst possible thing that could happen.
Charlotte wiped her mouth with a napkin. "'Kay Mom, now tell me everything! Starting with that...girl in the kitchen in wings."
The mother bit her lip and brushed a lock of hair away. "That was my... pixie. Bianca."
"How can you have your own pixie?"
"Well, she chose to be my pixie since she owed me a great debt, or so her mother says," She muttered. Charlotte rose an eyebrow, but left it where it was. She wasn't really curious about that.
"Ummm...how am I not blue?"
"I beg your pardon?" she asked.
I beg your pardon? Charlotte looked at her mom with a weird expression. It's like she was a stranger to me! she thought, you don't say "beg your pardon" to your daughter! You say, "Your way of talking is gibberish to me!" But that's enough of Charlotte's rant.
"I mean, I was blue when Savior fished me out of the pool-haha, fished-and when I wake up in our house—I'm not blue. So, what's up with that?"
"Oh," she said. It didn't look like she wanted to answer "Well..."
"Wait, don't finish that. Why was it that on the night Savior brought me home, you guys called each other 'Brother,' 'Sister,' and blah blah blah! Is he really your brother?"
Blossom looked distressed. "Well, no. Not really. We only call each other that in... the country I was born in. It's tradition."
"Italy?" Charlotte asked.
Blossom hesitated. "Yeah. Italy."
"How did the blueness vanish?"
"Magic," Blossom replied bluntly.
There was a long silence.
"Why did you lie to me?" Charlotte said suddenly.
Her mother looked at her with confusion. "When did I lie?"
"That girl," Charlotte said with a far look in her eyes, "in the kitchen. Savior being from Nevada. His name..."
"How did you know Savior wasn't his name?"
"Well... come on, Mom. Savior's a weird name. And that was too big of a coincidence to be true. I mean, me naming him Savior in my head because he never told me his name, his actual name being Savior. Ha, you have to be joking. And if that was his real name, poor mom he had."
Ms. DiVerian winced. The Queen would not like that one.
"So you know his real name?"
"... No. But that's not really important." It'd be really important to you if I told you, the mom thought. She was very surprised Charlotte was okay with this... so far.
"Are fairies real?" Charlotte asked quietly.
Her mom squirmed in her seat. "Charlotte, before I answer that, you have to promise me something."
The girl looked at her mom with her piercing brown eyes. "Promise anything. I only want the truth."
"Sometimes, Charlotte, the truth is hard to bear. It can kill you," she said in a very low whisper.
Mrs. Di Verian looked straight into her daughter's eyes.
"Fairies are real. And I'm one too."
A/N. I found that chapter really…ugly to me? I mean, it's not like my other chapters (none of this is your fault Ozonian Bubcus). I don't feel happy with this chapter, but hopefully you keep reading! Next chapter I'm seriously hoping is great! And I actually can envision it in my head…SPOILER!
'No…no….you-you're crazy!' I yelled at her.
'Please reason with this! I told you the truth-'
'Shut up! I can't believe you would make this up!'
'Charlotte!'
BANG.
Hmmm…what could the bang possibly mean? The banging of a door? The banging of her knee hitting the table? Or maybe…it's a gun. MWAHAHA!