Day Forty and a Half
Dear Diary,
The rest of my day is so kickass, I can’t even.
And now…
Orchestra and choir kicks in. Ah-AHHHHH!
…The exciting tale of Calla the Outlaw And The Great Gym Class Banana Prank.
Applause!
It all begins when I enter a small and stinky chamber to change into what are called gym clothes, of which I have none. A human girl named Addie offers to lend me something called sweats. I refuse. Whatever games these humans plan to play, I can wear a dress.
Plus, we pixies do not sweat. We glisten.
Across the pungent chamber, a particular girl watches me with interest. The necklace around her throat spells the name Tory. She has shoulder-length black hair and smushed-up features. Beside Tory stands another human girl with brown hair and big sleepy eyes. I decide to
