Pixieland Diaries

Day One of the New Me Dear Diary, Goodbye, old me! This journal will track my transformation into an all-new Calla. Not on the physical side, mind you. I’ll still be a fifteen-year-old pixie, five feet tall with pink hair and violet eyes. Instead, what will change is this: as of today, I shall never play another prank for as long as I live. Definitely. Maybe. Hopefully. Okay, having a diary means being totally honest. It’s true that I’ve made this no-prank promise before. But today, the Elven High Council gave me another super-long lecture on my so-called silly attitude. What a bunch of grumps. All their panties were in a twist, too. Why? I just cast one little enchantment that transformed the council’s shampoo into hair remover. Which was awesome, by the way. The council are way too snooty and into their looks. Plus without their hair, the council rocks an alien vibe. And their silken tresses will all be back to normal after a spell or two. I think. Prince Darius says my magic is too powerful for my own good. He’s too cute for his, so we’re even. Anyway, back to the council’s lecture. They reviewed this crazy-long list of how I should act going forward. I wrote it all down super carefully: Act mysterious – always Be frivolous – never There was more on their list but what can I say? I got bored. The council also waah waah waah-ed that if I didn’t change my personality and soon, then this was my last warning. One more infraction and I would be kicked out of Pixieland, my home within Faerie. Or even worse, they might put me in a supernatural prison. Either of those options sound pretty nasty, so I’m putting together a New Me plan. Next steps to the New Me: swap out my gossamer wings for a bat look… Only answer questions with a long and mysterious ‘maaaaaaybe’… And no pranks. For real, this time. -The New Calla