27. Madison helps me look for the fairy

        I haven’t seen Bonnie for several days now and I’m worried.  I regret making her leave.  I have no idea what’s become of her of if I’ll ever see her again.  I heard an owl outside my bedroom window last night and had to wonder what perils Bonnie might be facing.  She’s afraid of owls.  She has no place to go.  The other fairies expelled her from their company.  She’s not welcome among her own kind.  This house was her only safe haven in all this world, and I chased her away.  There are gnomes about that would love to put an end to her life.  It was stupid of me.  I told Bonnie I would protect her, and then I cast her out.  I feel like I’ve betrayed her.  So, reluctantly, I went to see Madison, hoping she might have been contacted by the little fairy.

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26. Good-bye to the fairy

        I had to ask the fairy to leave.  So now my little fairy’s gone and I’ll probably never see her again.  Poor Bonnie.  I really had no choice.  To think the fairies were trying to steal Madison’s baby sister.  And still are!!  They want to kidnap little Amie and take her away to the realm of fairies.  The whole idea sickens me.  I thought fairies were supposed to be good.  It’s horrible to contemplate.  What would Amie’s parents think?  Never to see their little girl again!  They would be grief stricken.  And what would happen to Amie in the world of fairies?  Who would raise her?  Would she ever see her own kind again?  What would they do with her?  I don’t want to even think about it.  What makes this whole mess even more reprehensible, the fairy prince is planning to involve me in their nefarious plot.  He thinks I could be a big help to them.  He thinks I will carry Amie away from the safety of her home and into the woods for them.  They must be mad.

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25. Shocking revelations from the fairy

        The fairy just told me the most astonishing tale.  I don’t know what to think, or how to react.  For the first time in my life, I’m at a total loss.  It’s all too much to comprehend or make sense of.  I have to think.  I have to write this down and get it out.  I have to get my thoughts straight.  I don’t know what I’m going to do?  Everything has changed now.  Everything!

        I was leaving town.  I was taking Bonnie with me and leaving.  We were all packed and had left the house.  We were out of here.  My trusty old Mustang was loaded and full of gas.  I stopped at church to find Westley and bid my friends one last goodbye.  That was my mistake.  It would have been better if we hadn’t stopped.  Then I would have remained in ignorance.  Then I could have left with a free conscious.  Then I would still love my little fairy.  Now I can’t leave.  I don’t dare.

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24. Advise from a witch

        Ms Weaverspell wasn’t the only one that learned about the fairy last Friday.  I didn’t think things could get any worse, with her talking of alerting National Geographic, publishing her findings to the world, even trying to get me to leave the fairy in her safe keeping, insisting she’s only trying to help – right!  Little did I know.  Before the day was over several others, with far more nefarious motives, also became aware of the fairy.  So many in fact, I’ve become convinced my only recourse is to take the little fairy and run.  I’m leaving home.  Mom and Brian will have to manage on their own.  I really have no other options available.  I’ll be leaving in the morning.

        After that disastrous encounter with Ms Weaverspell in chem lab, I took the fairy and got out of school quick, cutting across a large grassy slope towards the lower lots where I parked my Mustang.  As I neared the car, I saw trouble.  Goths were congregating in the vicinity of my car and were in way.  It was obvious they weren’t just loitering there, they were waiting for me, with one of them even leaning against the driver’s door, casually smoking a cigarette like in defiance of the world, the big guy with spiky blonde hair.  I don’t know how they get away with smoking on school grounds, definitely against school policy, and maybe even a misdemeanor, but no one seems to hassle them, and it’s obvious they’re smoking more than just cigarettes on some days.

 

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23. Fairy believers

        We’ve been discovered.  Madison told Ms Weaverspell about the fairy and she believed her.  Can you believe that?  A chemistry teacher no less?  It amazes me how many people are willing to believe in fairies - even though they’ve never seen a fairy, never heard a fairy, never witnessed any evidence at all that fairies exist, never even known anyone that has seen nor heard a fairy; and yet they’re willing to believe in them.  I think some people just want to believe.  They long for the unseen, the mystical, the exotic; things that transcend the monotony of normal everyday life or the harshness of cold reality, something exciting and magical, something to ponder with wonder and feel good about.  We all feel that way to some degree.  I’m convinced a good number of people would be willing to believe in anything, if given any evidence at all - fairies, gnomes, leprechauns, elves, dwarves, vampires, ghosts, aliens, or whatever.  Now it’s going to be nearly impossible for me to keep the fairy a secret.

        As if things weren’t bad enough already, I surely didn’t need added troubles.  Things were already spiraling out of control - with gnomes staging raids on my house, being watched by hostile fairy warriors, the fairy prince planning some type of secret mind control mission with me as an unwilling ally, crows and rats infesting the area, Mom becoming increasingly suspicious, my enemy Major Unger breathing down my neck, my friends Madison and Westley becoming increasing worried, and my little fairy making hints that something big and awful is about to happen, which I don’t doubt.

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22. Portal to the fairy realm

        Something bad’s about to happen.  I have that feeling.  Something bad with regards to my fairy.  We haven’t seen any more of the gnomes since their attack, nor had any further visits by belligerent warrior fairies or jealous pixies, but I’ve spotted rats in the yard, hiding in the bushes and hedges, watching, waiting - like they’re keeping us under surveillance.  And crows too, always crows about during the daylight hours, in the trees, on the street lights, on the roof of our house, cawing and fussing and watching us with cocked heads.  Something is about to break and the waiting is hard to take.  The fairy prince wants my help with his expedition.  What and how and I have no idea, and Bonnie’s not saying.  The stress weighs heavy.  Something big is coming.

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21. Gnome attack

         The attack came at dusk.  I thought we were safe but hadn’t expected gnomes.  I’d gone to great trouble, with the help of my own loyal fairy, Bonnie, and together we secured the house against attack from hostile fairies, thinking airborne, and had locked all windows, repaired all the screens, inspected the roof, and thoroughly checked the attic for points of entry along the eaves.  Who would have suspected an attack from the ground, from burrowing gnomes, and their subterranean allies, the rats?  Bonnie and I were caught totally off guard.  Gnomes and rats entered the house in large numbers through the basement.  Their target was my fairy, and they waited patiently for the ideal circumstance and situation, a day and time with a minimum of humans in the house.  My brother Brian was off to play in a band concert and Mom had gone to watch.  None of my friends were over to visit, not even Westley.  And I would even have welcomed Madison’s presence.  Unfortunately, I was the only one in the house to protect Bonnie from the gnomes.

        The rats came in first, dozens of them.  Earlier that morning Gnomes had discovered an entry into the house, an exhaust vent that led to our clothes dryer in the basement.  Gnomes immediately propped the outlet open and sent for their nefarious rodent allies.  Rats were ordered into the vent and hastily scurried along inside the round plastic exhaust venting, in through the house siding and down into the basement, and all the way to the dryer, where they chewed through the plastic venting and dropped onto the cement basement floor.

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