Aillise: You may borrow my slaves. Aaron is quite nice looking and he has a firm little bottom. Meow.
Thank you to all of my reviewers, you made me post the next chapter.
"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Darlene." I said as I rushed in through the door.
"Cathy, you're lucky that the vice principal gave you that note the other day."
"I know."
"Take a seat." She indicated a chair in the front row.
Why had she said that? I knew what she meant but she hadn't said "sit down."
"Are you sure you want me to take one?" I muttered.
The class laughed.
"Cathy, you know what I mean." My math teacher's voice was stern.
"Yes, you want me to take a seat."
"Just sit down and leave the chair where it is."
I sighed in relief as I sat down. I slumped forward a bit and pulled out last night's homework.
"Pass your homework forward and get ready for your test."
Test?! My step-mother had once jokingly told me to get a hundred on every test, she would settle for no less. She thought that that statement rhymed. I hadn't studied and I couldn't get a hundred if I didn't know the stuff.
Mrs. Darlene passed the pink sheet around. She always made her tests "fun colors." I looked down blankly at the sheet in front of me.
1. Simplify
a. 2x + x + y b. 3y – y c. 2k + y + k
"Great." I muttered. Suddenly I remembered how to do those sorts of things. I went through the whole test with relative ease until the bonus. It was the easiest bonus that I had ever seen but I couldn't do it. My step-mother had said a hundred. If I got over a hundred… I couldn't. I couldn't do it. I wrote down: It's against my religious principles to get above a hundred. And handed the paper in.
"Give it to me!" The big girl, Olga Svenson, slammed little Michelle Staggerwald against the lockers about four times demanding that Michelle give up her lunch money. I hated Olga more than anyone in the world. If someone had commanded me to kill her, I would have happily complied. I feared Olga because she was so commanding but seeing her bully little Michelle just pissed me off.
"It's all the money I have!" Michelle squeaked.
"I need more, dammit!" She roared. I wanted a teacher to come, but they were always inconveniently not there. I knew the minute that I did something against the rules, a teacher would magically appear. Olga was one of those bitches that got away with almost everything. The gods of destruction favored her.
"Let her go, Olga." I said angrily.
Olga's grip loosened on Michelle.
"Excuse me, Kyrria, but I don't think you have a say in this, unless you want to."
"I do." I lied.
Olga dropped Michelle roughly to the floor. Michelle looked torn between running away and helping me. Olga advanced on my, her unibrow creased in the middle.
"Well then," I was sweating, "now that I've had my say I think I'll just go now."
"Uhn-uhn." Olga shook her head. "We're not done yet."
"I think we are. Bye!" I took off down the hallway as fast as I could.
"Stop you little turd!" Olga shouted. I kept running but my run turned into a jog and all of my muscle froze up. I took a step and nearly collapsed as the world spun. A small blonde girl ran by me.
"Cathy! Run!" Michelle cried out. So I was again able to go. We ran until we left the building and were hiding behind a huge oak tree. "Thanks- for- stand-ing up for me." Michelle gasped.
I nodded numbly, wanting to thank her for saving me.
"Why'd you stop?" She asked, leaning against the tree.
"She told me to." Popped out before I could consider what I was saying.
"What?"
"I don't know." I lied.
"Yes you do. Tell me."
Crap. "You have to promise not to tell anyone else." I jabbered. Red spots were dancing in front of my eyes.
"I promise." Michelle whispered.
"I'm cursed. You saved me. I have to do what anyone tells me."
"Anyone?" Michelle's eyes widened. "Why?"
"A fairy cursed me." I said without feeling.
"Wow." Michelle's blue eyes were large while she considered this. "So I saved you too?"
"Yes." I couldn't believe she believed me. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"No. I was cursed by a fairy too." She looked down.
"What?"
"Well, not directly, but I'm part fairy. I think my father was a fairy."
I gaped. "Then he could lift my curse!"
"He could?" Michelle looked happy for a moment. "Except… I haven't seen him since I was five. He told me something about… I don't remember. He had to go somewhere. Mom told me that I would be small forever. I mean, I'd have tiny feet and the rest of my body might grow to be normal-size."
I hugged Michelle so tightly that she squeaked.
"What was that for?" She asked.
"I'm so happy to meet someone who I can talk to!"
"Ms. Kyrria! Ms. Staggerwald!" We jumped up. "Come to the office now, please!" The principal, Mr. Whitman, called us gruffly.
"How about we don't?" I whispered to Michelle, but I was already moving forward. She stood there, deep in thought.
"Don't go, Cathy." She said quietly. I smiled and came back to her. The principal's wiggly face got very red.
"What are you two doing? You don't want to make me give you more of a detention than you've already earned."
"Michelle, I think there's a way to find your father." I whispered.
"Yeah." She nodded. "Let's try." And we ran.
I don't know exactly why we ran. It would've been safer to stay in school and we really didn't have anywhere to go. I remembered what Ms. Cook had said to me about another world and two renegade fairies. She had wanted me to wait a week but I'd been Obedient for most of my life. I didn't want to wait another week now that I knew there was a way out of this stupid curse.
I had finally met someone who had a problem that was weird like mine. Maybe not as bad but still unbelievable. It had inspired me to take charge of myself. My life. My decisions. At home my life wasn't exactly bad but I hated having to do everything that I was told. My dad was always out and my step-mother was very hard on me. I had to excel in everything and I honestly had to. I was too afraid to have any friends because what if there was peer pressure? I couldn't withstand that. I'd never had a boyfriend, though I had been asked out multiple times. It was a good thing none of them had been commanding.
Michelle and I stopped inside of a convenience store. The old man at the cash register looked up for a moment and went back to filing his nails. Gay, without a doubt. We ran into the candy aisle and sat down.
"What are we going to do?" Michelle whispered.
I told her everything that Ms. Cook had told me.
"What were the names of the fairies that escaped to Earth?" Michelle's face blanched.
"I don't remember." I shrugged.
"Remember!" She commanded.
"Chelmak and Cyrillianna." I said, and I glared at her.
"Sorry, but those names are really important."
"Why?"
"They're my aunt and uncle."
