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.