Once Upon a Faerie

10 years ago, my mother, Harriet, told me my first story about faeries. From that day on, my life revolved around the stories she read to my brother and I almost every night. I can remember throwing wild tantrums in my early years if she did not tell us a story and daydreaming in my pre teens about the life and world of a faerie. I couldn't get them out of my mind, and for some reason, I felt a connection to them, like they weren't fiction, like they were real life. I often dream about becoming a faerie and dream about what it would be like. I know it all sounds crazy and that it's all make believe but the way in which she describes every detail, every facial feature, every landscape, the smells and tastes of their world you would think she has been there herself and it was as real as you and me. I know she just has a wild imagination, but I still wish every day that it was real and that a sexy high fae lord would come and whisk me away into their world. I love the idea of faeries so much that I have my 18th birthday party on the weekend. I'm having it themed faeries. Not like little faeries with wings and wands that little kids wish for but with big strong sexy high fae lords and beautiful women with stunning gowns. I even have separated different areas in my house and yard to represent the different courts that Mum talks about in her stories. I can't wait. I'm so excited for this weekend it's going to be perfect, I just have to get through the next few days of school. "Harriet, wait up," my best friend Lucy yelled at me from the other side of the school hall. "Are you excited about your party this weekend?" she said in a puff, catching her breath from running to meet me. Lucy and I have been best friends since I can remember. because of this, she has also heard her fair share of mum stories and loves faeries as well. I miss admit I love them slightly more. Some would almost say that's its more of an obsession than anything else. "Of course, I have been planning this party since forever," I replied. "I know! and I can't believe it's finally happening, I just know it's going to be the party of the year, " she almost squealed in delight. "That's a big statement, but I hope you're right! Don't forget you are staying at mine Friday night so we can get our hair and make-up done first thing Saturday morning ok!" "Roger that Harry, I can't wait!.. Anyways I have to get to my next class I'll see you later, love you, bye!" She replied giving me a quick hug and heading off to her next class. Harry was a nickname a boy in first grade gave me, and as much as hated it at the time it has just stuck around and I have grown to like it. even if it is a guys name. Now to get through Math class ugggh the next few days are going ti be torture.