Week Twenty- Eight (May 4 - May 9)- Topic: Sing
Winner: Clare
Fairy Grandmother
By Clare
I was trying not to cry. Why did she have to pick tonight to have her stupid party? I mean, couldn’t she have done it yesterday? Or Tomorrow? But no, she just had to do it this night. The night of the Spring Fling. I’d been looking forward to this party for like two months. But before I had even had the chance to buy a freakin dress to wear, mom had decided to have her stupid adult party on the same day. She said it wouldn’t have worked out for all of her friends to come any other day, so I, being the fifteen year old kid, of course got booted to dishwasher. Not only was I missing one of the biggest dances of the year, but I was freakin washing dishes! Life was so cruel.
I accidently shed an angry tear and wiped it away roughly. Stupid dishes. Why did mom have to have so many stupid friends? And how come they all had to take so dang long eating? I knew there was no way to make it to the party now, but still, I could have made it there a little late if these stupid people had eaten faster, but now I’d have no time to make the thirty minute drive to Katie’s house, the party having already started forty minutes ago. It’d be nearly over by the time I finished all these. But I guess I didn’t have a dress anyway. Another furious tear squeezed out. I ignored it, who cared if one of moms stupid friends saw me? Maybe they’d think this was child abuse and randomly decide to bring me to a party and somehow have a spare party dress on hand. Right.
My thoughts were interrupted by a strange faint singing. At first I thought it was from the party, but it wasn’t. It sounded as if it was coming from right in front of me or something. Really weird. I listened, puzzled, as it grew louder. What the...?
I jumped back in shock as a red-haired woman in a pink princess dress materialized before me and the singing came to a crescendo.
“Wh-who the hell are you?” I stuttered out, shattering the singing.
“Don’t be afraid child,” said the woman, with a smile. “I am here to grant your deepest wish!”
“Lady, Halloween was like months ago. How did you get in the kitchen anyway?” I asked, a little freaked out. I mean, I’d just seen her pop out of nowhere. Maybe I was seeing things now...
“Magic, of course,” she said, seeming to force the smile now.
“Magic,” I repeated skeptically. “What are you supposed to be, my Fairy Grandmother or something?”
The smile fell of the woman’s face to be replaced with outraged annoyance. “Grandmother? Grandmother!? Where did THAT come from!? It’s GODmother. Got that? Godmother. Really, do I LOOK like your F-ing grandma?! Lord, kids these days. So freaking stupid sometimes...” She shook her head, irritated. She tried to reach for something, but was having trouble maneuvering around her big poofy princess dress.
“Gahh!” she exclaimed impatiently. “Stupid costume,” she muttered. She reached what she was looked for and brought out the long pink stick. In an instant the dress was gone replaced by a red leather mini skirt and black, knee high boots. She adjusted her ruffled black blouse and waved her wand thingy again. A little blackpurse appeared out of thin air and she caught it neatly.
“Look kid, I haven’t got all day, what do you want?” she said as she dug in the purse.
I stared at her, my mouth agape. What the heck was happening?!
She smacked on some dark red lipstick and rolled her eyes over to me. “Hello, earth to Lara?”
“H-how do you know my name?” was all I could manage.
“I’m your freaking Fairy Godmother. We tend to keep tabs on the basic info,” she replied sarcastically. “So what do you want? Your deepest desire? Heart’s wish? Whatever?”
This was weird, probably a dream, but I decided to play along anyway. “Um, a million dollars? Yellow Porsche?”
“Eh, sorry kid. Strictly under orders to just give you the party-and-ballgown treatment only. I just asked to be polite. So you’re fav color is purple right? Ok, we’re gonna go a little wild, hope you don’t mind.”
Before I could say anything, there was a weird feeling throughout my whole body, like I’d just entered a soap bubble. Everything got bleary and weird for a second, and then POP. I was looking around dazedly. I looked down and saw I was wearing neon purple dress with a black pattern all over it and 5 inch purple spikes. What in the heck??!
“Hmm,” she looked at it critically, “Not my best, but it’ll work. You know, I was in the middle of a poker game when u rung me. They’re probably waiting for me.”
“Rung you?” I couldn’t really get any coherent thoughts together, so I just asked her the easiest question I could think of.
“Sure, you tear-ed me. You know, cried?” she sighed exasperatedly at my confusion. “Jeez, don’t they teach kids freakin anything these days?! Hundred years ago I could have walked into some lucky girls room and she would have known exactly what I was there for. These days it’s all like Who are you?! Get out of my house! I’m gonna call the cops!”
“Um...”
She didn’t let me say anything, “It’s pathetic. ALL I’m trying to do is get my job done. It’s bad enough with all the late work hours. Can’t they ever have a party at a sane time, like 2 or 3 in the afternoon? Ugh!”
All I could do was stare at her.
“Well kid, times a wasting,” she lifted her wand again, “off you go!”
“No! Wait!” I called
She stopped, rolling her eyes and said, “No, your mom won’t know you left or notice when you come home at whatever ungodly hour you decide to come back to sleep, like a sane person. And to answer your second question, your brother is gonna get a sudden urge to come finish the dishes in about five minutes. Knowing him, this’ll be the last time he has that urge, so you better enjoy it. Now...” She lifted her wand again.
“But-“ I said, and she stopped midstroke again.
“What?!” she exclaimed.
“Does it all fade away at midnight?” I asked, feeling stupid. “The dress and shoes?”
“Who do you think you are, Cinderella?! Jeez,” she said, looking at me in an incredulous way, “No, it’s not gonna all disappear and leave ya naked, so don’t worry. I do expect you to mail that back to me though. That magic’s recyclable you know. Tag on the back has an address. Now have fun!” and she drew back her wand and wacked me on the head before I could interrupt again.
Next thing I knew I was standing in front of Katie’s house, which was practically shaking from the party within. I smiled. This was too weird, but unmatchably cool. Time to go have some fun.
* * *
“What took so long?” asked the Tooth-fairy.
“Stupid kids these days... don’t know a Godmother when they see one,” muttered the woman as she sat back down to the poker game.
“No kidding,” the Sandman replied, rolling his eyes.
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