Chapter 1

All this week, I have been avoiding Mother and Lucy. I'm still not sure if I believe them or not, but it was fairly easy to avoid them, because it is final exam review week, meaning...all night cram time!

Pretty much other day, my older brother Nathanial, who is a senior this year, drove me to and from school. Even though he is only a year older than me, we are really close, but there was no way that I was going to tell him about what Mother and Lucy told me. Unfortunately though, Tristan kept bugging me about why I flipped out that night (You know, for a body guard, he is really nosey!), which got Nate into asking me what happened, but I kept my mouth firmly shut.

"Oh come on Kitiara! You have to tell me what happened! If I am to protect you, then I have to know if you are in some sort of danger!" Tristan protested.

"What happened is none of your business! And nothing is endangering me! I'm not talking to you any more!" I yelled at him for the fifth time that morning.

"Then will you at least tell me?" Nathanial asked. Man! If they start working together, I don't know if anybody could keep something back! I think that they should be criminal questioners or something, because working together, they could crack anybody! Luckily for me, they are not. I thought.

"If Tristan hadn't started bugging me about this, you wouldn't have even known so like I told him, BUT OUT! If you really wanted to know, I thought I saw a huge spider, okay? That was all." I said, trying to get them to shut up.

"I know you better than that Kit, you aren't scared of spiders, not even big ones. And even if your new body guard hadn't brought it up, I would have found out sooner or later. Come on, you never keep anything from me! Please, I beg you, tell me what happened!" Nate persisted.

"NO!" I screamed at him. For the rest of the drive to school, I never said another word to either of them.

This went on everyday that week, to and from school, which didn't help my attention any, because all I could think about was what Mother told me. Could I really be related to a fairytale character? Is that even possible? Oh shoot, I didn't hear what my teacher asked me. I have got to stop day dreaming!

On Saturday night, we had Prom, and since I'm a junior, I was allowed to go, but I didn't have a date, so I had to 'go' with Tristan. Since he is close to my age though, all the girls in my class thought that he was a total hotty, and kept asking him to dance. (Yes,

They had seen him at school all that week, but didn't have any time to talk to him. Teachers are very strict about talking during school hours.)

For After-Prom, a group of my friends, their dates, Tristan and I went to the a park on the side of the Potomac River, which runs right through Washington D.C., which was about a mile from my neighborhood. While there, we had a little picnic breakfast of pancakes and bacon, specially prepared by one of my friend's mother, and watched the sun rise. I must say, it was quite romantic! Pity I don't have a boyfriend to share this with.

Since I'm not aloud to drive, Tristan took me home. When I got inside, my mother was waiting in the kitchen for me.

"How was the dance?" she asked.

"It was really nice." I replied, trying to say as little as possible, because I was still not talking to her.

"You know, you have to talk to me sometime. You can't just go on with your life without talking to your own mother."

"Who said I wasn't talking to you? I'm talking to you know am I not?"

"Oh don't be such a smart alic, you know exactly what I mean. What I told you is true you know. When my mother told me, I didn't what to believe her any more than you want to believe me. And finding out that Lucy was my fairy godmother didn't help any either. I...oh no. I didn't tell you that, did I?"

"Lucy is your what? No way, not that too. Mother, you really need to get some help! There are no such things as fairies! And there is no way on earth that I am related to a fictional character! It is all in your head. Just because you, Grams and Nana are all named Clarice, doesn't mean that you are named after this story character! Tomorrow, at a more decent hour, I am going to tell Father what is going on, and hopefully get you some help." And with that, I walked out of the kitchen and up to my room.

"Your father already knows." she called after me. That stopped me dead in my tracks. Turning around, I saw her standing in the hallway with me, and Nathanial coming in through the door behind her.

"I didn't think that you would still be up mom!" he said in shock. "When did you get home Kit?" he asked me, seeing me there as well.

"Just now actually. I was just saying goodnight to Mother, and then heading up to my room." I said, giving myself an excuse to leave.

"We are going to talk some more tomorrow Kitiara. You have to know. I'm sorry, but you have to know the truth!" Mother pleaded.

"Sure Mother, we'll talk tomorrow. Night!" I called behind me, even though I had no intension of talking with her about it again.

As I got to the stairs, I heard Nate ask, "What was that all about? What truth does she have to know about? Am I going to be told this? And what has been with her this week? She has been acting really oddly."

"You already know. Remember what I told you about two years ago, about one of our ancestors?" my mother asked him.

"Oh, you mean that Clara girl? Yeah, I remember. What...oh, she doesn't believe you, does she. How much have you told her? Not all of it I gather."

"No. Only what she is still trying to grasp."

"Have you told her about Lucy being her fairy godmother?"

"I mentioned just now about Lucy being my fairy godmother, but not hers'."

"What about her secret? Have you told her about that? About the..."

"Nathanial, I'm not going to discuss it with you any further here. You know how she loves to eaves drop. For all we know, she could be standing at the top of the stairs freaking out because of all that I haven't told her. All that you have let slip. I am willing to discuss this with you at another time, but not when I haven't heard her door shut yet." she lectured. How did she know that I was here? Oh shoot, Nate is going to come up here too. I better go to bed, and close my door softly.

Getting into bed, a thought came to me. What does she mean my fairy godmother? And what secret was Nate talking about? Wait, if he believes her, then it has to be true! No! It can't be true! Oh God, please let it not be true! I can't deal with this, not right before exams! And with those thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.