The border separating me from the Mystic Valley and the real world was right in front of me. I was a fairy living in Mystic Valley. It was my 21st birthday and I was given the choice everyone was given at my age. Do I stay as and be a teacher in Mystic Valley, or get rid of my wings and be a normal person in the real world, helping the humans to do good, not evil. I did not want to leave our land of magic, but the real world had so many positive reasons to come, it was practically pulling me. At home there were our teachers, preparing us for life in the real world, or life at home. In the real world, everything was different. Sure they had good food, fun activities, and tons of people, but everything was different. Change did not go well with me. I had a breakdown when I had to get a new bed.... All of my friends were leaving Mystic Valley, and they all seemed to expect me to go with them. The more I thought about it, the more I felt the need to leave this place. I looked up at my teacher, Ms. Dixie. She whispered in my ear, “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t feel compelled to stay here with us. We’ve got it all under control. You don’t need us anymore, and someone out there surely needs you.” I nodded, knowing that she was right. I took a deep breath, and stepped over the border. My wings disappeared and I looked behind me. I couldn’t see any trace of Mystic Valley. A tear leaked from my eye, but I knew that somewhere out there was someone who needed my help.
I walk over to Brad Christo, who is sitting at the table in the back of our classroom. “I know you took it!” I accuse him. “You aren’t fooling me with that innocent grin of yours!” A few minutes ago I lost possession of a very important family heirloom. It was a golden necklace with a hollow charm. The charm seemed to be empty but inside was a life preserving liquid for our family. Our family was different. We weren’t normal and without this liquid we could all die pretty soon.
“What are you talking about?” Brad responds with a smirk. I see right through him.
“Give me back my necklace!” I scream. “Now!” This draws the attention of my teacher. She walks over to us.
“Is everything alright over here?” She asks and give us “the look”.
“Brad stole my necklace and now he’s lying about it!” I exclaim. I begin shaking but not from anxiety. I’m fading. My mother warned me that if I was ever to start shaking, trouble was around the corner. “It’s really important to my family.” I add. “It’s an heirloom.”
“Brad, is what Scarlett saying true?” She addresses him.
“What? Me? Steal a necklace? Now way! I would never do such a thing!” Brad winks at me. I glare as my eye catches something glimmering underneath his pencil case. I reach for my necklace to see my arm vanishing away.
“Scarlett? What’s happening?” My teacher worriedly asks me.
“I’m van-“ I can’t finish that sentence. My body slowly but surely decinerates. I am nothing. And neither is the necklace.
My sister and I were alone. Our mother had gone to the car to grab something and we were completely by ourselves. The park seemed awfully quiet. Too quiet. We were sitting in a sand pit, on the light side. There was a light and dark side of the park. Not even adults were allowed on the dark side. People had discussed closing the park because of the dangers faced on the dark side, but no one has ever officially done it. I looked over to see my mother rummaging in her purse for the car keys. We had time. I grabbed my sister Sabrina’s hand and pulled her out of the sandbox with me. I whispered my idea to her and she nodded with a smile. “I’ve always wanted to go there Alex! But what if mom catches us?” She questions. “Don’t worry, she won’t,” I reply. We make our way over to where light meets dark and slowly stepped over the border. Instantly my optimism turned to hatred. Toward my sister. I looked over and flared at her. She gave a dirty look. Instantly I wanted nothing but bad for her. I didn’t know why, but I knew that she needed to be hurt. I plunged myself at her, my untrimmed nails cutting into her soft flesh. She bit her teeth into my arm and my eyes filled with tears. We both screamed in agony. Suddenly I felt a hand grab me by the shoulder. I was yanked backwards, out of the darkness. I looked up to see my mother, holding me and my sister. My sister was crying, and I began to weep as well. “Never go to the dark side again, you hear me?” My mother scolded. We both nodded. I then understood why it was so dark.