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left and zooming away. “You might be making the biggest mistake of your life.”
Pennie watched him go, really wishing he hadn’t said that. Again.
15
46:20:07
Hadley Beach
Mrs. Tylwyth stepped into Tenley’s room. “Actually, it’s a good thing you called. I forgot my catalogues anyway. Have you seen them anywhere?”
“You mean these?” Tenley looked up from the other side of the bed. Two pom-poms made of shredded paper were clutched in her hands. She clapped them together.
“ Tenley . You said you had to come home because you ate a bad waffle.” Mrs. Tylwyth crossed her arms and frowned. “I left the store halfway open.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. But I didn’t think you’d let me come home if I told you the truth.”
“Which is?” Mrs. Tylwyth smoothed down the end of Tenley’s bedding before she sat.
“Cheerleading auditions. They’re today and I needed pom-poms. I didn’t want you to have to go buy me some real ones, so I made these. I might even use them in my nail tutorials.”
“Cheerleading? Why would they be holding auditions at the end of the school year?”
It was a little weird, considering it was June. “All I know is that this really cute guy was setting up auditions with Mr. Frimpy and told me I could audition too. Anyway, it’s the perfect place to get more votes.”
“Honey,” Mrs. Tylwyth started.
“Don’t worry , Mom,” Tenley brushed out a pom-pom. “I’m going to get it.”
“This is a small town, Tenley. These teens that you’re watching, the ones that actually get onto the show and win the nominations, they’re from big cities. ANMIT only takes one teen from each state. And these kids have moms and dads who work in big companies where they can get lots of votes, not at their own antique shop. I might only get one or two walk-ins a day, honey, and even though I put your signs up, well, I just don’t want you to be heartbroken.”
“I’m not going to be heartbroken; I’m going to be nominated.” Tenley clapped her pom-poms and stood. “I made these out of your Secret Antique Finds catalogues. I mean, am I inspirational or what ?”
“A paper tutu, too?” Mrs. Tylwyth chuckled.
Tenley swiveled her hips. “Cool, huh?”
“How did you know how to make all that?”
“YouTube, Mom. DIY.”
Mrs. Tylwyth couldn’t help but look impressed.
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“No, I’m still mad, Tenley. And you’ll have to pay me back for those catalogues. But you are pretty clever.”
“Can you take me back to school now please?”
“Let’s go.” Mrs. Tylwyth walked to the door. “I hope this rain stops soon or I’m afraid you’ll be wearing a soggy ball of paper for a tutu.”
“It won’t rain on us,” Tenley said glancing out the window confidently. “I promise.”
16
46:00:00
Fair City
Time had not been good to the sipLips. After the Super’s disappearance, these descendants of fairies refused to take part in the plan to protect the clients. They felt that their ancestors had been forced into servitude—granting all those wishes and throwing all that pixy dust—long enough. And now, with the Super gone, these fairies had the chance to become something else entirely.
That something else was filthy and rude. And sipping and slurping. They became known as “sipLips.”
Fair Ones were heavily discouraged from interacting with sipLips. With no allegiance to either Fairships or Mother Nature, they were out to protect only themselves. After dissolving into a ragtag, unorganized bunch of beings, sipLips became the scavengers of the asteroid belt, willing to do anything for anyone as long as they were rewarded in return—usually with food, sometimes with shelter, and almost always with tools. It was rumored that Mother Nature didn’t trust the sipLips any more than the Fairships did. Luckily, with no equipment to call their own and no Weathers to employ, the sipLips were not considered an immediate
Pennie watched him go, really wishing he hadn’t said that. Again.
15
46:20:07
Hadley Beach
Mrs. Tylwyth stepped into Tenley’s room. “Actually, it’s a good thing you called. I forgot my catalogues anyway. Have you seen them anywhere?”
“You mean these?” Tenley looked up from the other side of the bed. Two pom-poms made of shredded paper were clutched in her hands. She clapped them together.
“ Tenley . You said you had to come home because you ate a bad waffle.” Mrs. Tylwyth crossed her arms and frowned. “I left the store halfway open.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. But I didn’t think you’d let me come home if I told you the truth.”
“Which is?” Mrs. Tylwyth smoothed down the end of Tenley’s bedding before she sat.
“Cheerleading auditions. They’re today and I needed pom-poms. I didn’t want you to have to go buy me some real ones, so I made these. I might even use them in my nail tutorials.”
“Cheerleading? Why would they be holding auditions at the end of the school year?”
It was a little weird, considering it was June. “All I know is that this really cute guy was setting up auditions with Mr. Frimpy and told me I could audition too. Anyway, it’s the perfect place to get more votes.”
“Honey,” Mrs. Tylwyth started.
“Don’t worry , Mom,” Tenley brushed out a pom-pom. “I’m going to get it.”
“This is a small town, Tenley. These teens that you’re watching, the ones that actually get onto the show and win the nominations, they’re from big cities. ANMIT only takes one teen from each state. And these kids have moms and dads who work in big companies where they can get lots of votes, not at their own antique shop. I might only get one or two walk-ins a day, honey, and even though I put your signs up, well, I just don’t want you to be heartbroken.”
“I’m not going to be heartbroken; I’m going to be nominated.” Tenley clapped her pom-poms and stood. “I made these out of your Secret Antique Finds catalogues. I mean, am I inspirational or what ?”
“A paper tutu, too?” Mrs. Tylwyth chuckled.
Tenley swiveled her hips. “Cool, huh?”
“How did you know how to make all that?”
“YouTube, Mom. DIY.”
Mrs. Tylwyth couldn’t help but look impressed.
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“No, I’m still mad, Tenley. And you’ll have to pay me back for those catalogues. But you are pretty clever.”
“Can you take me back to school now please?”
“Let’s go.” Mrs. Tylwyth walked to the door. “I hope this rain stops soon or I’m afraid you’ll be wearing a soggy ball of paper for a tutu.”
“It won’t rain on us,” Tenley said glancing out the window confidently. “I promise.”
16
46:00:00
Fair City
Time had not been good to the sipLips. After the Super’s disappearance, these descendants of fairies refused to take part in the plan to protect the clients. They felt that their ancestors had been forced into servitude—granting all those wishes and throwing all that pixy dust—long enough. And now, with the Super gone, these fairies had the chance to become something else entirely.
That something else was filthy and rude. And sipping and slurping. They became known as “sipLips.”
Fair Ones were heavily discouraged from interacting with sipLips. With no allegiance to either Fairships or Mother Nature, they were out to protect only themselves. After dissolving into a ragtag, unorganized bunch of beings, sipLips became the scavengers of the asteroid belt, willing to do anything for anyone as long as they were rewarded in return—usually with food, sometimes with shelter, and almost always with tools. It was rumored that Mother Nature didn’t trust the sipLips any more than the Fairships did. Luckily, with no equipment to call their own and no Weathers to employ, the sipLips were not considered an immediate
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