Finding My Wings, Being a fairy isnt as easy as you think Options

[Jahnavi]

Finding My Wings is the story of a young fairy in Magix. The story happens long before the time of the Winx Club. In fact, for most of the story, Faragonda and Griselda are students themselves. Also, Alfea School For Fairies was then called "Lady Reyna Lucasta's Academy Of Magick". You'll find out why the name has been changed through the story. Anyway, all teenagers go through tons of problems during adolescence, and the fact that Magick exists doesn't really help. My story shows you the not-so-glamorous side of a fairy's life...

Please comment! Constructive criticism will be happily accepted.

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Chapter One

"I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind,
I'm undefined,
I'm just beginning,
The pen's in my hand,
Ending unplanned..."
- Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield


Faye Lovelock was a fairy, studying at Lady Reyna Lucasta's Academy Of Magick. She was an average student; her grades were nothing like her prodigious roommate's, but she did well enough to get by. She had a pretty average life too. She lived with her mother and sister in an apartment in Downtown Magix. As for her father... Well, let's just say that she didn't really like to talk about him.

Anyway, maybe you'll have a better understanding of Faye if you actually see who she is, as opposed to me telling you...


'Faye!' My roommate, Faragonda shrieked, pulling out of bed, and onto a hard and unmerciful floor.
'What?' I asked, rubbing my left elbow, which had borne the brunt of my fall.
'You were doing it again!' She looked down at me; her eyes glittered like big black jewels in the moonlight.
'Doing what again?' I asked, surprised that I was even able to stay awake long enough to continue a conversation in the middle of the night.
'You were chanting spells in your sleep!' Faragonda finally stated, as if it were obvious.
'Oh.' That was all I could say.
'Oh? That's all you can say?!' She demanded. 'Do you know how dangerous this is?'
'Apparently not.' I said, grinning.
'It's not funny! Your actions could have adverse consequences.' She said, sternly.
Faragonda Silverfire takes things too seriously.
'I'm sure that I didn't cause anything earth-shattering...' I said, yawning. (Told you I wouldn't last very long!)
'That's the point!' Fara said to me. 'You could have done just about anything! You could've generated a meteorite that's headed straight for us... Or reversed the effects of gravity... Or you could even have changed the grades on our tests!' She paled after she had said the last option.
'What did I say, Fara?' I asked her.
'What do you mean, what did you say?' She retorted.
'What did I say in the spell? What was it about?' I demended.
Fara twirled a lock of hair around with her fingers. 'Well, I don't exactly know.' She admitted sheepishly. 'I mean, I'm sure that you were reciting a spell, I could tell by your intonation. The thing is that I didn't really listen to any of the spell, I just woke you up straight away.'
'Well then, how do you know it was so catastrophic?' I demanded, getting up.
'I... Well... Okay! I over-reacted.' She confessed.
'Hah.' I said triumphantly, crossing my arms.
'Although knowing you...' Fara began.
'Hey!' I cut in, sharply.
'Kidding!' Fara laughed.
'Can I go back to sleep now?' I asked, falling back into bed.
'But if you start sleep-spelling again...' Fara looked skeptical.
'Don't worry...' I assured her.
'Okay, fine.' She agreed, getting into her own bed.

A few hours later...

'Earth, Air, Water, Fire...
Come fall prey to my desire...'
'Faye!'
There was a rustling of sheets, and before I knew it, I was on the floor. Again. This was going to be a long night.
Sunlight swam through the curtains. I opened one eye, and surveyed my surroundings. It was morning.
Fara's bed was empty! I sighed, hoping that I'd finally get some peace and...
'Faye!'
Oh crap.

If you gave me a penny for every time I'd heard Fara call my name in the past twenty-four hours, I'd be a millionaire by now.
'Yes, Faragonda?' I asked, shutting the eye I had opened.
'You missed your first class!' She declared.
'WHAT?!' I shrieked, falling out of bed. Again. 'You're kidding, right? You just said that to get me out of bed, right?' I could feel my heart beating a hundred times a minute.
'No, I'm serious.' Fara said, pointing to a large clock on the wall. It read 9:45 AM. Fara really was serious.
I checked my class schedule. Great. My first class was with Lady Reyna herself. Principal Lucasta was a strict disciplinarian. She would not be pleased.
'Why didn't you wake me up?' I whined, throwing on a white shirt.
'I did, several times.' Fara said. 'And you kept saying you'd be up right away!'
'You believed that?' I argued, fiddling with the button on my jeans.
'Well, yes!' Fara said.
'After everything that happened last night, you couldn't pull me out of bed when it was really important?'
'You said you hated that!'
'At two in the morning, I did!' I brushed my long hair into a pony-tail. 'But if I'm ever late for class again, don't hesitate to do that!'
'Okay, okay!' Fara said. 'Calm down!'
'How do I look?' I asked. 'Have I worn my shirt inside-out? Or are my pants on backwards?'
'You look fine.' Fara assured me. 'And you're still in time for our next class.'
'What class do we have next?' I asked Faragonda, between large mouthfuls of a candy bar that I had found on my desk.
'We have Battle Training, with Professor Kariinya next.' Fara replied.
'And then?' I asked, licking some of the leftover chocolate off of the wrapper.
'And we have a couple more classes before we're done for the day.'
'Huh? How come?' I asked.
'For God's sake, Faye! Tonight's the annual Start of Term Ball!'
'That's tonight?!' I nearly choked on the plastic wrapper.
'The last day of the first month of the new school year!' Fara said, pointing at the calendar on her bedside table.
Oh crap. Again.
'You do have a dress, right?' Fara asked.
'Of course!' For once, I was prepared.
'So, what's the problem?'
'Well...' I began, 'The problem is...'

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Yup, that's it for now. I really want to do my best to improve my writing style, so like I said, please comment. I'm open to constructive criticism, so feel free to tell me if I'm doing anything wrong.

This post has been edited by Jahnavi: Mar 1 2009, 6:42 AM