Chapter 15

It was the warmest thing to exist in this universe. Out of her few interactions with her godmother. She adored the blanket her godmother had given her. Glaring at her mother who dared to steal the blanket from her. She jumped at her mother who stumbled backward only to land on the floor. Shifting towards the other side of her bed her mother was shaking her head. "Trixie got up already. You have to be at school in two hours and your sisters want to see you. Also, don't forget you have your therapy session after your community service time with Crocker."

"What?" Trixie asked, shooting up from bed, "But I already went to therapy which I don't need by the way."

"Either get out of bed or I'm going to dump water on you," Elizabeth Tang snapped. "It's freshly made, so hurry up." Groaning, it took her ten minutes to get into her usual clothes. And walked downstairs; her little sisters were watching television. Her mother was standing in the kitchen and she turned around and stopped in her tracks. Standing in front of her was her father. Short, stubby, and digging through the cupboards looking for something.

"Wait? Dad? When did you get home I thought you were in Paris." Her father placed the bottle in his hand and looked over towards his wife. Who was shaking her head, "I'm so confused."

"I think your daughter's going through a phase. This entire week she's been acting weird. First, she's thought we had butlers and maids, then acts like she's never done any chores. The fight; and now this. Trixie, are you trying to impress someone?" Her mother asked, "You know she said the same thing about me."

Her father nodded his head, "Trix why would I want to go to Paris? 1 we don't have money 2. Paris sucks 3. It's too expensive. Why would you want to go to an overpriced, overcrowded, dirty city? When you have better, and cheaper places both in and outside the US." Trixie looked at him confused, "Well then this has been the strangest morning of my life. That's saying something."

"Here Trix," her mother handed her a plate of pancakes. The syrup was poured across with some blueberries on top. "Go sit down and watch some tv with your sisters. And don't forget to put your dish in the sink when you're done!" Her father blinked, but Trixie snatched the plate. Unsure of how to respond and her stomach grumbling. Even if she wanted nothing more than to be under a warm blanket.

"What are you watching?" Trixie asked.

"Cartoons!" Both of the twins said in sync their eyes focused on the tv. She had no clue what was going on. Only sat down and ate her pancakes in peace.


"Eureka!"

Crocker shouted as he plugged some wires into a round cylinder device that had an antenna attached towards it. It was no bigger than a thermos one could store liquid inside it. Allowing him to take it along for his long day ahead for the weekend. The picks he finished sharpened. "Alright, Denzel. With my smarts, and weeks of technological advancement. I've finally done it. Not only will this ordinary-looking thermos allow me to keep my hot chocolate warm. All-day long it also has a built-in magic detection system. Allowing me to detect the existence of Trixie's Fairy Godparents!"

He slammed directly into the wall but stopped moving. Sweat was pouring down his forehead. Slowing down his breath he stayed in the wall till he was certain his mother was still asleep. The last thing he needed was for her to find out about his project. "Now then I have a three-hour community service project to get to."


"But it's Saturday. I should be at the mall."

Elizabeth Tang rubbed the temple of her forehead, "We can go to the mall tomorrow. I don't know why you want to go there, but I won't complain. Now then I'll pick you up after school." With that, her mother threw her out of the car and drove off. Leaving the ten-year-old stranded. The sun was only starting to rise over the mountain top with an almost empty school courtyard. Minus a straggler or too it was just her alone.'

"Can this get any worse?" She muttered to herself. With that Trixie made it into the school through the main entrance. Her shoes squeaked against the floor, something cold ran down her spine. Looking over her shoulders she knew that something was wrong. It was eerie hearing seeing an empty school without any kids her age. No one to adore her; Trixie was supposed to be worshipped.

"Umh Jessica, why are we here?" Taking a step forward she heard the familiar sound of her blonde-haired best friend. Or who was supposed to be, "I mean like I know she jumped you in and all, but like. Shouldn't we avoid her?"

"Do you have a problem with my leadership skills Veronica?" Jessica snapped. Not too far from her was Jessica and her gang of eight. Whose eyes smiled, "Well then look who showed up." Trixie took off dashing away from her. "Well, then it looks like it's time for redemption. After her!" Sweat was forming down her head; the last thing she needed was to get sued. Or have to deal with her mother or end up in Korea. Wherever that was.

"Get back here freak!" One of the girls jumped out from the closer locker. Which Trixie slipped from her grip. A sense of laughter emerged outsmarting her enemy. After a few close encounters with Jessica gone. She stood on the other end of Veronica Star. Her former best friend stood in front of the Crocker classroom. A113 was sealed off; behind her was one of them which meant she was trapped.

"Well...Well...well." Trixie was slammed directly into the locker. "Did you think you were going to get away with your little stunt? Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. I can't or else the entire school administration is looking after you, but that doesn't mean I can't make your life a living hell. No one mocks me! Jessica is the priest and the richest girl in school. Girls!" Trixie swallowed the fear in her stomach. As all eight of them gathered around.

"What's going on here?" Jessica winced as Crocker appeared with a trash picker and bag. Never in her life was she so happy to see the most miserable person in the world. "I hope not a fight-"

"Of course not," Jessica replied. "We were just chatting about our little incident and resolving them. You won't get away with this. Come on girls we wouldn't want to bug the mute girl. After all, picking up trash with a delusional man is a more caring way to help the environment!" They were mocking her, and this was going to result in a war. One in which she planned to win; after getting rid of her goons.

Crocker wiped the sweat from his forehead as he took a long drawn-out sip from his thermos. Nothing. Three hours wasted without a single drop of magic. Trixie herself had remained quiet and mute. Whatever happened with the girls from earlier had shaken her. On top of her frustration with the picks that were used to pick up garbage all around the school. She clutched the picker tightly and one could see it shake with every twitch of her veins.

It was shaking widely. "Well, then I think that's enough for the day." The California sun was in full steam and sweat was pouring down her like a hog. She was disgusted unlike anything else in the world. But as her reputation followed her; for someone so pretty she was quiet and passive. Almost lifeless.