Read Online Fairy Tale by Cyn Balog - Free Book Online

just been..." I take a look in the mirror and gasp. I've just been auditioning for The New Addams Family? I think the school administration purposely installs fluorescent lighting that would make Heidi Klum look like the undead because they want to smoke us out of there as soon as possible. But I look more undead than usual, and I am not exaggerating. In the less than two hours since getting whopped on the head by that demented mosquito, I've transformed into something Frankensteiny I rub a smudge of black eyeliner that has somehow migrated to my lower cheek away. "Busy."
    "Well. You know your 'vision'?" She says this with a roll of the eyes.
    I nod, grabbing on to the comers of the sink for support, Here it comes.
    "Well, I most definitely think you were thinking of the wrong person."
    "I know. You told me that."
    She holds up her finger. "I brought supporting evidence. If I am going to ever be an attorney with one of the top firms in New York, I should be able to argue this. Exhibit A." She reaches into her stack of books and pulls out a stub of paper. "Do you know what this is?"
    God, no.
    "It's a ticket from my trip to the Metuchen Fair. I went there this weekend. And I stopped by Madame Babuska's tent. And guess what she said?"
    I sigh-. At least Madame Babuska is smart enough to charge twenty bucks for her fortunes, "That you're going to Harvard?"
    "Yes!" She shrugs. "Well, no. She said that I am going to find the love of my life next year and his name is Harvey. I figure that's pretty close."
    "Pretty...," I say. How can I think about this when my boyfriend is growing wings as we speak?
    "But that's not all. Exhibit B." She waves her hands in front of her. "I totally wouldn't even go to MCC if my life depended on it. Like, if every other college in the world turned me down, I would just kill myself. See? It's virtually impossible for you to have envisioned that."
    "What if your suicide attempt failed and left you brain damaged?" I ask. "It could happen. I saw it once on Oprah."
    Oprah. Cam and I used to watch it together when he wasn't at practice. I would cry during all the inspirational stories, and he would make fun of me. Ah, the good old days. Sierra starts to pull out Exhibit C just as another tear starts to force its way out.
    I stop her. "Yeah. You're right. I guess I was wrong!"
    She smiles. "Really?"
    No, not really, but I can't take it anymore: At this point, my mind is focused on only one thing. Well, three things. Cam. And his wings.
    Anyway, something in my life goes right Sierra gives me an excited hug and prances out of the room, triumphant.
    I miraculously manage to make it home without getting hit by a school bus. When I get there, though, I don't feel like going inside. Instead, I get this weird idea to lie on the grass and stare up at the sky. Maybe because this is something Cam and I used to do a lot when we were growing up, and I've been thinking about our past a lot today, trying to recollect if there had been signs of him not being of this world prior to last night. No, he had always been so normal. I can remember shouting out,
    "Look! I see an angel!" and Cam, always practical, would say, "That's just a cumulus. There's a front moving in." I'd always thought he'd grow up to be a weatherman.
    Well, today certainly threw a wrench into those plans. Fairies don't predict the weather. I think they make the weather. Or something.
    I crawl into the grass, catlike, then flop over and stare. There are more clouds than peeks of blue sky, though I could really, really use that blue sky right now.
    I hear the engine of a car, then look past my feet, to see my father's minivan rounding the corner into our driveway. A door slams and his voice calls, "What could be so bad that it's worth missing General Hospital for?"
    My father loves the soaps. He watches General Hospital religiously and has molded his work schedule at the hospital so that he goes in at four in the morning and comes home right in time to