My Best Friend Is A Pixie

1. Shia

The morning birds chirped as I quickly ran across the garden towards my house. I raced at top speed, trying to overtake the Plover who was flying right beside me.

"Hey no fair! I can't use my wings!" I panted, putting pressure on my n***d feet and sprinted forward.

"Well, tough luck. I got mine so I'm usin' em'." The Plover replied, waving his wing in an attempt to irritate me. I groaned and tried to increase my pace but my legs wouldn't carry me any faster than this.

The Plover planted himself on the window sill, next to the back door, and stuck it's tongue out at me.

"Guess who won!" He laughed, more like tweeted.

I groaned and halted to a stop right infront of it. Leaning over my knees, I panted and tried to catch my breath.

"Obviously.... you.... cheated." I managed to say.

It just shrugged.

I pulled my baby pink cardigan over my shoulders and stalked inside, slamming the back door shut behind me with a loud bang.

That cheating Plover.

I dropped down on the kitchen stool, chugging down a carton of milk which I conjured up a second ago.

If you're wondering, yes I am the banished pixie. I got banished from my homeland years ago, for something I don't even recall doing. Sure, I had seen those guys walk in with the swords and stuff, put I never led anyone into the living area. But because everyone there testified falsely, me and my grandmother got banished for 15 years. Only six months more for the punishment to end and then, no King is going to stop us from going back home.

Grammy shuffled into the kitchen, holding a basket full of glowing, shimmering fruits.

"Did you charm the fruits again?" She asked, dropping it on the kitchen table.

I plucked an apple out and bit it. It tasted so sweet, just like heaven.

I nodded with my mouth full. "You know I don't like them without the honey taste."

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "How many times have I told you not to do things like that?! What if somebody noticed?" She demanded.

"I tried to be careful. I didn't charm the mangoes though. But no one saw, right?" I asked hopefully.

"No one saw it," she replied, putting the fruits away in the refrigerator, "But you must be careful okay?"

I nodded, smiling. "I will be. I promise."

"Tomorrow's the first day of senior year isn't it?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Not the first day. The day after summer vacations."

I wasn't too enthusiastic about going back to school. I survived junior year in that place and I tell you, humans are disgusting.

They don't eat food. They throw it at each other. They don't talk politely. They curse. And almost every guy in the school likes to flirt.

I had to adjust to life on this part of the planet because it had been so many years since the pixie King kicked us out, so we had no choice but to blend in to hide our identities. Of course, during my school years I never made any friends.

People at school call me 'Weird Wango', whatever that meant.

But I was fine with it as long as they stayed away from me. Time was going by fine for me. I had my wings hidden and my hair colour changed to a chestnut brown. Grammy even bought me some weird pieces of cloth called 'jeans' and 'tops'.

"It's to look like the other kids" she'd said.

I had all of my pixie things hidden inside my treehouse in the backyard. My fairy clothes, my wand, my spell books, grammy's potions, our gold coins and pixie dust.

She'd grabbed the bag before the King threw us out. Of course, we rarely accessed it. It was hidden behind a large bundle of green vines, laced with poison ivy so no human could go near it. They're allergic to it, or so I've heard.

"Be careful okay? This is your last year among humans. After this, we'll go back home. And we won't have to hide anymore either." She said comfortingly, but it sounded more like she was convincing herself.

I nodded. "Don't worry, grammy. I already caused you trouble once, I won't do it again." I felt slightly sad at this. It was because of me that she had to live here like this.

"Come here." She spread her arms. I quickly dived into her embrace.

She patted my back and rubbed it fondly. "You are my family, Shia. I won't let anyone hurt you."

I smiled, the sadness I felt minutes ago reducing.

I really had the best grandmother in the world.

I climbed the tree up and clambered into my treehouse. The door creecked open and I stepped inside. It was the same as always.

Spell books scattered. I opened the closet and picked out the rectangular wooden box. Placing it on the table, I opened it's top to reveal my wand.

A medium sized wooden stick with a small star at the tip. It was still as shiny as it was 14 years ago. I picked it up and examined it.

The wood wasn't chipped. And it didn't feel weak either. I wanted to test it out by casting a spell but I knew I couldn't. Even the slightest mistake could cause me to be stripped off my powers next. Even if the stupid King didn't know about it. Plus, as soon as these humans would find out, they would capture me and put me in a museum or something.

When I was younger, I was fascinated by them. I thought that they were the most peculiar and beautiful creatures on Earth. But after being thrown within them, I realized their beauty was from the outside only.

Inside, every human was evil and a devil. No one cared for another and all they did was to hurt each other.

I sighed and closed the wand back into the box. After tucking it away in the closet, I teleported back to my room and stuffed my bag for the start of senior year tomorrow.

That should be interesting.

"Are you driving to school?" Grammy asked as she knitted a long, long blue sweater. It was so long that you could probably use it as a red carpet for those famous celebrities at the awards.

I nodded. "Yep." Then I made a whiny face. "Humans aren't as amazing as I'd thought they'd be, grammy."

A forlorn sort of look came over her face. A look she wore too often ever since we'd been banished. "Humans are selfish beings. I told you before. Love, honesty, care, nothing matters to them. All they live is for themselves."

"Don't you think you should go out for a walk at least? Ever since we came here, you haven't even stepped a foot outside. Aren't you frustrated?"

She laughed. A laugh that didn't quiet seem genuine. "No dear. I'm alright. I've got my knitting and powers to entertain myself. You go ahead and make sure to take care of yourself. And remember," she put her knitting down and leaned forward in her floating recliner, "you can't make any friends. Ever."

I nodded and headed outside. For a 1,248 year old pixie, she was quiet persistent.

When I stepped outside though, I noticed the Geralds walking their 8 year old son to the bus stand. They held hands with him while he giggled.

I suddenly felt weird. Like my heart felt something these humans called "sadness". That made me wonder about my parents.

I've never talked about them because grammy doesn't like to. She only told me that they disappeared one evening.

But that's all.

She never mentioned how, when or why. She never even told me what kind of pixies were they. Pixie's can live up to thousands of years without dying. Unless, they were stabbed in the heart by a metal sword or hit by Goro's curse.

Goro was the Nymph of death. He stepped foot in Pixie Island about 5000 years ago and cursed the people. There was no concept of death in the island at the time. But after his curse, some pixies got sick and died. Many tried to finish the curse but it was absorbed by a group of pixies of the dark side. The King at that time cursed them to oblivion and they retaliated. Hence, it resulted in them going under a deep sleep spell and they awaken only once in every 4 years, when the sun, moon and the earth are completely aligned.

Then how come their lives were cut so short?

Shaking my head, I slipped inside the car and recited what grammy had told me.

No friends.

No friends.

No friends.

Putting the car in ignition, I pulled out of the driveway. When I come to think of it, grammy behaved quiet oddly. When she first enrolled me in a school, she had strictly told me not to make friends with anyone and not to try and mingle with the humans.

But I had been fascinated by the idea of knowing one. Knowing how they lived, what they felt, how they felt.

It was a new world to me.

But the more I got to know them, the more they terrified me now.

My car reached outside Sun Cliff High's gates and drove in. Finding a good parking spot, I put the car on 'park' and climbed out. The school grounds were filled with students.

Laughing, talking. As if they never committed a sin in their lives or wronged anyone. Looking at them made me feel bad.

They were the most beautiful creatures of this world. And yet, they used disgusting tactics to gain for themselves. They hurt one another, cheat, betray.

Being a pixie, I had never experienced such tyranny when I was younger. But then again, I had only spent 4 years in the Island, among my friends, before being banished.

Sighing, I continued up the steps and headed down to my locker. I pulled my schedule out for the day and dumped the needed books in my bag.

I had English, Astrophysics and Gym during the first half so it wasn't going to be that bad.

One thing that I liked about being in this part of the planet is the education system these humans developed. Even I didn't know this much about the world I lived in even though Pixie Island is a part on Earth. Just in another dimension. I picked Astronomy in high school so that when I return back home six months later, I could actually impart some knowledge to the pixies back there.

I was a straight A student. But I refused to be classified as what these kids called a 'nerd'. Once, a couple of kids tried to bully me and I broke one of the guys' legs. Since then, no one likes to even be near me.

That's okay with me though. They bother me anyway.

I walked in and planted myself near the front. The students all murmured and joked around me but I never paid them any mind.

The period went by smoothly and soon lunch came. After eating to show the others that I wasn't actually from another planet, I quickly headed off for Astrophysics.

That was a period that I actually looked forward to. Our teacher, Mrs. Roberts, was a wonderful woman. She was not only pretty but was also full of knowledge and wisdom. I liked her the best among the others in the past 14 years. I actually looked forward to seeing her again.

About ten minutes went by but she didn't show up. Which was very unlike her. She was very punctual. And she liked punctuality the best. This would be her first class in which she herself would be late.

The door opened and Principal Maxwell walked in, fixing the collar of his brown blazer. Behind him, walked in a very mysterious looking man in a black tuxedo and glasses. He had on a red dress shirt tucked nearly in to his pants. He had hazel eyes concealed behind the thick frame of his glasses. He didn't look that old. If anything, he looked very young and handsome. He also had dark brown hair and you could call his gaze, slightly seductive.

My ears suddenly twitched.

The aura around that man was so...different.

I watched curiously as he followed the Principal in and stood behind him. I moved my head around a bit, trying to catch him in a more clearer way.

He certainly was something else.

Principal Maxwell cleared his throat, "As many of you may not know, Mrs. Roberts has gone to England to look after her ailing sister. That is why, she will be unable to continue teaching this year."

Everyone groaned.

Principal Maxwell raised his hands, motioning everyone to keep quiet.

I hadn't moved my gaze from the young man's face. And neither had he moved his eyes away from me.

Okay. Something's definitely up with this guy.

"So, as of today, Mr. Cameron will be your new Astrophysics teacher. I hope you will all listen to him and be obedient." After that, he walked out, closing the door behind him.

The entire class silently watched Mr. Cameron place his briefcase on the table and fix his red tie. I think I even heard a few girls sigh dreamily behind me.

Sure, he had a handsome face. Those thick rimmed glasses and his dark, black hair gave him a refreshing, handsome look.

But the aura around him was certainly something I didn't like.

He cleared his throat and gave us his basic introduction. Then he spun around and wrote on the board, "Mythical Creatures".

A buzz went around the class while my eyes widened.

What the heck is this guy playing at? Is he dangerous to me? Is he the kind of person grammy has been warning me against?

He slammed his hands on the table and set his extremely intense gaze on me.

"So do you guys," he took a short pause before averting his eyes to the rest of the class, "believe in mythical creatures?"