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Authors: Cyn Balog
Tags: Fiction, General, Juvenile Fiction, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Science Fiction; Fantasy; & Magic, Social Issues, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Fairies, Love & Romance, School & Education, Schools, High schools, Adolescence, changelings
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it's not, and now I wonder if it was a mistake, my coming here. At least I understood how things worked in Otherworld."
Otherworld. So that is the name of the world responsible for taking Cam away from me. The source of my wrath. Stupid world.
When the first raindrop smacks me right between the eyes, the answer hits me. "Can't I reason with them?"
"Pardon?" he asks politely, very much like an old Southern lady.
"They want Cam because they think he's more like them, right?"
"Right."
"Well, it's obvious that they're wrong. I just need to explain things."
"Er, Cameron is more like them. He is a fairy."
"So? There are other things to being a fairy, I'm sure, than just having wings. I mean. Cam doesn't fit the fairy mold at all. If I saw the two of you together, I would instantly think you were the fairy. You have that dainty fairy air going for you. And you know the fairy ways. You said yourself that you think it was a mistake, coming here, and that you want to go back. Cam doesn't."
"I don't think it is possible for me to go back there," he says, weaving his long fingers together so tightly that his knobby knuckles turn white. "Cam is the only true heir, and they want him. They want me here. And it isn't wise to tell a fairy she's wrong."
Whatever. Pip seems so weak and mild-mannered that he wouldn't think it was wise to tell his own grandmother she was wrong. "Who do I need to talk to? That Dawn chick?"
He closes his lips tightly. There are goose bumps on his pencil-like arms, and his legs are trembling in his too-tight trousers. "Yes, she is Cameron's intended."
"Intended?" My heart protests, beating hard against the wall of my chest. "Intended" as in "intended to be together forever"? Like we once were? Nooo... that is so totally wrong, on so many levels. "What does that mean? I thought she was his guide."
"For now, but when he is back in Otherworld, they will be married."
"Married?" Now I really can't breathe. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. There is no way my boyfriend is going to many that half-invisible skank. I collect myself and say, "We'll just have to see about that. Where can I find her?"
I hadn't noticed that the rain had picked up, and as I struggle to my feet, long whips of wet hair slap my face. It occurs to me that the reason Dawn whopped me upside the head is because she's jealous, because she realizes there's no way Cam would be with her, a gnat, when he could have a real woman like me. And I'm used to dealing with pathetic, jealous girls. I do it every day. So what if this one has wings?
He's up on his elbows. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing. Just bitch-slap her back to whatever other world she came from. Cam is mine."
He flails about on the grass like a one-winged moth, then finally staggers to his feet. His once-slicked-back hair, dark with rain, is hanging in his eyes, and as he blinks the water from them, for a second he reminds me of Cam on the sidelines during a downpour. "I... don't know if... you should..."
"Spit it out. Where is she?"
I'm so busy sharpening my sword, thinking of just the right words, that I don't realize his cheeks have turned the color of the storm clouds.
''Right behind you."
Chapter Fifteen
THE FEAR STARTS in my stomach. As the tingles radiate to my fingers and toes, I decide that maybe bitch-slapping her back to whatever other world would possibly-no, definitely-be taken as an insult. I'm in trouble.
I turn around, thinking how warped my life has become to have sunk to the level of apologizing to a glob of hair fixative. Instead, I come nearly nose to nose with a perfect, glowingly clear complexion that even all the Proactiv-pushing celebs would kill for. Giant, almond-shaped blue eyes, surrounded almost fully by an aura of lush platinum hair, the stuff of Pantene commercials. Her cotton-candy lips are slightly parted, leaking no emotion whatsoever, but I can already tell they're the kind that always speak sex, no matter what she's
Otherworld. So that is the name of the world responsible for taking Cam away from me. The source of my wrath. Stupid world.
When the first raindrop smacks me right between the eyes, the answer hits me. "Can't I reason with them?"
"Pardon?" he asks politely, very much like an old Southern lady.
"They want Cam because they think he's more like them, right?"
"Right."
"Well, it's obvious that they're wrong. I just need to explain things."
"Er, Cameron is more like them. He is a fairy."
"So? There are other things to being a fairy, I'm sure, than just having wings. I mean. Cam doesn't fit the fairy mold at all. If I saw the two of you together, I would instantly think you were the fairy. You have that dainty fairy air going for you. And you know the fairy ways. You said yourself that you think it was a mistake, coming here, and that you want to go back. Cam doesn't."
"I don't think it is possible for me to go back there," he says, weaving his long fingers together so tightly that his knobby knuckles turn white. "Cam is the only true heir, and they want him. They want me here. And it isn't wise to tell a fairy she's wrong."
Whatever. Pip seems so weak and mild-mannered that he wouldn't think it was wise to tell his own grandmother she was wrong. "Who do I need to talk to? That Dawn chick?"
He closes his lips tightly. There are goose bumps on his pencil-like arms, and his legs are trembling in his too-tight trousers. "Yes, she is Cameron's intended."
"Intended?" My heart protests, beating hard against the wall of my chest. "Intended" as in "intended to be together forever"? Like we once were? Nooo... that is so totally wrong, on so many levels. "What does that mean? I thought she was his guide."
"For now, but when he is back in Otherworld, they will be married."
"Married?" Now I really can't breathe. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. There is no way my boyfriend is going to many that half-invisible skank. I collect myself and say, "We'll just have to see about that. Where can I find her?"
I hadn't noticed that the rain had picked up, and as I struggle to my feet, long whips of wet hair slap my face. It occurs to me that the reason Dawn whopped me upside the head is because she's jealous, because she realizes there's no way Cam would be with her, a gnat, when he could have a real woman like me. And I'm used to dealing with pathetic, jealous girls. I do it every day. So what if this one has wings?
He's up on his elbows. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing. Just bitch-slap her back to whatever other world she came from. Cam is mine."
He flails about on the grass like a one-winged moth, then finally staggers to his feet. His once-slicked-back hair, dark with rain, is hanging in his eyes, and as he blinks the water from them, for a second he reminds me of Cam on the sidelines during a downpour. "I... don't know if... you should..."
"Spit it out. Where is she?"
I'm so busy sharpening my sword, thinking of just the right words, that I don't realize his cheeks have turned the color of the storm clouds.
''Right behind you."
Chapter Fifteen
THE FEAR STARTS in my stomach. As the tingles radiate to my fingers and toes, I decide that maybe bitch-slapping her back to whatever other world would possibly-no, definitely-be taken as an insult. I'm in trouble.
I turn around, thinking how warped my life has become to have sunk to the level of apologizing to a glob of hair fixative. Instead, I come nearly nose to nose with a perfect, glowingly clear complexion that even all the Proactiv-pushing celebs would kill for. Giant, almond-shaped blue eyes, surrounded almost fully by an aura of lush platinum hair, the stuff of Pantene commercials. Her cotton-candy lips are slightly parted, leaking no emotion whatsoever, but I can already tell they're the kind that always speak sex, no matter what she's
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