Scott
Five years ago
“Scott?”
I look up from the bathroom floor. I’m sitting underneath the sink, and despite being in tremendous pain, I plaster on a smile when I see Sky’s face high up in the skies.
“Hello there!” I say in a fake cheerful tone. “Nice morning, isn’t it?”
Instead of smiling back at me, Sky frowns and squats down. Those black, polished shoes of his tell me he is heading to work. He always cleans them before leaving, and when my eyes travel up and up and up his pant leg, I feel even smaller than ever.
How can Sky even see me as an equal when I’m the size of a hamster?
It really sucks being a fairy in a werewolf family…
I’m afraid all of the time, but I try to push through every day by acting as if I’m all smiles and zero concerns. This time, however, I don’t think
