Not Your Average Fairy Tale (Not Your Average Fairy Tale #1)

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her eyes.
    I shrugged. "I can use magic without it." I smiled. "I am a fairy." As if that explained everything. I was born with magic in my blood. Unfortunately, the council decided what I would do with it.
    "Thank you," she whispered.
    "You’re welcome."
    The silence stretched on.
    Finally, she frowned. "Is Cameron only talking to me now because of the wish I made? I thought he hated me."
    "He has to like you at least a little for the wish to work its magic." I paused. "You obviously have feelings for him. Maybe he feels the same way?" What the heck was wrong with me? Maybe they turned me into a fairy on purpose. This conversation was turning me into a girl.
    "Riiight,” she said.
    "I'm serious."
    She smiled a little. "Thanks, Ash." I was surprised at the emotion in her voice. She sounded sad.
    "You okay?"
    She nodded. "Sure."
    I touched her shoulder and she shivered.
    My stomach churned, and I felt some strange emotion I'd never felt before. I couldn't explain it. I cleared my throat, clapping her on the back like an old friend. "Well, I've got to go."
    "You know, you're pretty cool. For a fairy, I mean," she said.
    "Thanks," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow. But only if you think of your second wish."
    She smiled, and I vanished.
    I rolled my shoulders when I appeared in Lady Shenelle's office, trying to get the tension out of them. It had been an interesting day, and I was exhausted.
    Shenelle was waiting for me. "How did it go?" she asked. "Did she make her second wish?"
    It took me a minute to answer. Trying to keep a straight face while looking at a woman floating around the room with a bright purple dress and matching hair was difficult. Her hot pink wings peeked a little above her shoulders, and I cringed, remembering mine probably did the same. Or would, if I hadn't tied them down.
    I thought of Kendall. "It went fine. And no, she didn't make her second wish."
    Shenelle frowned. "I thought you would have gotten it out of her by now."
    "Don't worry about it. I'll get it soon."
    She studied me for a second and then looked away. "Just don't get attached to her."
    I laughed. "Like that would ever happen. She's just an assignment."
    She smiled like she was relieved. "Good."
    I cleared my throat, embarrassed. "I'll turn my notes in a little later."
    "Good." She picked three books from the massive bookshelf that dominated one side of the room. "Are you having any problems with your magic?"
    "No," I said.
    It was a rather odd question, but Shenelle had always been interested in my magic, ever since I was a child. I wasn't sure why, but I had the feeling she knew something I didn't. About my mother. I wasn't about to ask her about that though.
    "Let me know if you do," she said.
    I nodded. "You changed your hair."
    "Every day." She smiled. "You should try it!" She pointed her wand at me, and I tried to jump out of the way, but didn't make it in time.
    My scalp tingled. "You better not have changed mine," I warned.
    She laughed. "You may want to avoid people on your way back to your dorm."
    Great.
    ***
    "Come on, Ash. It's just a party. Sinna wants you to come. Everyone does, since you've been hiding out in your room all day. Every day."
    I glanced up at Sam, who stood in the doorway with a jacket slung over his arm. He had dark glasses on, his flaming hair gelled into spiky tips, and he was texting. He'd been talking about Sinna's party for a week. I put Kendall's file away and sighed. "Fine. Don't set me up with anyone, though. I'm not in the mood."
    We headed across campus to Sinna's dorm. Loud music blasted us as we entered the building, and more than one head turned when we walked through the doorway.
    A multicolored disco ball swirled from the ceiling, casting colored lights over the walls and people. An instant headache.
    "Hey, Ash!" Misty came running up, her green wings displayed for everyone to see. Her form fitting dark green dress complimented her eyes. Not that I noticed.
    "Hi," I grumbled.
    She raised an eyebrow

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