The Secret

THE EXPLANATION

THE EXPLANATION

"YOU MUSTN'T talk too much. You shall not show who you are to any human. Stay put together, don't cry in front of anyone. Remember where you came from."
     These were the words that my guardian told me as she straightened my jacket an fixed the scarf around my neck. I was in the cavern. The place where we sleep, eat and get ready for the day.
     Guardian Frilly watches over me because that's the rule that was passed about thirteen years ago. I was born during a war between the Delicate and the Dark fairies. The King thought the only solution was to take all children from their families and give them new ones at birth.
     That's how we came to call our 'family' guardians and cavern members. If the true families were ever put together again, it would be a nightmare and I truly believe that.
     Families were mixed up with both Delicate and Dark fairies. They were raised the same but they had different personalities, different motives, different thoughts, unusal powers. Which caused the different types of fairies to attend different schools. Which made the parents want the best for their children. That caused conflicts that no one knew how to solve.
     "Genelle?"
     "Right, I'm sorry," I said rushing to the door.
     "I will see you at dark," I responded to guardian Frilly and stepped onto the porch as I shut the door behind me. I fluttered my wings to make sure they were working properly and took off.
     As I flew, I thought about the words guardian Frilly said. These are her rules. I hear them every morning when I wake. Guardian Frilly may not he my mother but she did raise me. She has always treated me like her own even if the love for her own conceived child was not there.
     "Ow," I started to rub my head as I hovered in place, flapping my wings faster so that I could stay in the sky.
     When I released my head, I noticed that I flew into a graytree. It knocked me back a few inches.
     "Hello?" I flew in front of the cavern to see if the door was open. Actually, it was. I didn't want to go inside like the fairies in the movies do, that's just rude. So I hovered for a few more seconds before flying away.
     "Hey wait!"
     I turned around to see Luke. It shocked me that I saw him. I'm still just learning where  everyone's caverns are, I'm only thirteen.
     "Did you fly into my cavern?" Luke asked when he caught up to me.
     "Well....um, yes," I answered brining my hand back up to rub my head.
     "Ready? First day of Dark School?" Luke said just as he flew to dodge the next cavern. He seemed so excited that he added a kind of twirl to his flight.
     "It's not the first day Luke."
     "Maybe, if you think of the past twelve years," he scoffed at me.
     I took a deep breath as we flew up to the entrance. I was nervous. My flying skills are probably less mature, my powers have most likely been fading, and my teamwork has probably fallen out of place.
     "Genelle? Genelle." Luke noticed I was dazing off.
     "Yeah?" I'm coming," that response sounded more irritated than I would like it to be bit Luke could care less. As Dark fairies, we have a much different personality than a Delicate fairy has. We are more bold and showfilled. No one bothers to be the class clown because  everyone wants to be just that. We are the ones to wear white dresses with sharp ends, who doesn't get filled with anxiety if we have to talk in front of millions of fairies.
     As for the Delicate fairies, it's just different. Not everything is opposite.
     We flew inside the building and then separated to our different classes.
     "Genelle....you are late."
     "I'm sorry Mrs. Nopel," I said in the softest voice available.
     "If you would follow the instructions on the bored, I have some things to do," Mrs. Nopel said directing all her attention to Mazy. Mazy is the worst of all Dark fairies about doing her work. Some of us think there was a mistake. That Mazy could be on the line of bring an actual Delicate fairy. She doesn't act like the rest of us entirely.
     The room pulled the books from under their desks and flipped to the page to where the the bored said to.

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     "Hey Genelle?" Nazel whispered my name from across the room.
     "Why are you late?" She asked when she knew my attention was set on her.
     "Well...I-
     "Mazy, what were you talking about before?"
     Nazel cut me off randomly to speak to Mazy. Who would do that? Is Nazel trying to get me on the verge of pulling out my hair? Do you have any idea what it feels like to be cut off from a sentance? From a speech? From everyone? Do you know by any way possible what it's like to be treated like you were worth nothing? That all your hard work was thrown down the drain? It wasn't the first time Nazel has treated me badly. There were a few times before.
     As it was obvious, I stood from my chair and flapped my wings until I was hovering above Nazel. It's about time she understood what she is doing to me. I brought my arms to the side, my fingers spread apart and I could feel it. I'm so close.
     The others in the room scrambled away from the two of us, leaving their belongings where they were.
     "Genelle? Stop."
     It wasn't Mrs. Nopel who entered the room with a sympathetic look. The door was still thrashed open and Luke flew to my height.
     "Please, stop."
     I wasn't going to do it. I would not give in, but his eyes were that gorgeous blue color. They were glossing up. So I let go. It wasn't my fault for how Nazel is treating me, I did nothing wrong. The way Luke's eyes plead me like that....it made me feel that I had no other choice.