Sunday 5 October 2014

it's worth a try: Knocking on Fairie Door Part 33Fortunately the s...

it's worth a try: Knocking on Fairie Door Part 33 Fortunately the s...: Knocking on Fairie Door Part 33 Fortunately the school day passes with no event. I have managed to get past Mr & Mrs Lawley all day! ...
Knocking on Fairie Door Part 33

Fortunately the school day passes with no event. I have managed to get past Mr & Mrs Lawley
all day! I'm feeling on top of the world.

I remember my promise to meet up with Bethany, and as I head down to the old Oak, I feel a fluttering of wings by my ear. I have learnt not to smack at the sound of flapping, which is lucky for BP as she has just landed on my shoulder.

BP says "This is exactly what we need, we need people to believe"

"But" I say "Bethany already believes, so why should I tell her ?"

"You made a promise, remember?" says BP

"Yes I remember, but how much do I tell her?" "Can I really trust her?"

"You can trust her, after all she put herself in harms way, to save you. Doesn't that show she's trustworthy?" asks BP

"Yes I suppose you're right! I will tell her, it'll be grand not to have this secret to myself"

I see Bethany is already waiting at the tree. Im happy to see her. I begin to run over to her, brimming with excitement. BP almost loses balance and quickly flies down to my blazer pocket.

"Hello" we both say almost simultaneously, and we giggle at that.

I look around to ensure no one else is near, I sit down making sure my blazer pocket is not crumpled or sat on & I motion with a patting on the grass, for Bethany to sit down next to me.

I look at Bethany & her excitement is palpable. Her eyes are shining and she looks even more beautiful.

In hushed tones, I begin with my story and how it all began with a walk from my bedroom window, I miss nothing out.

Bethany is as quiet as a mouse, she listens and absorbs every crumb of information I feed her.
Bethany is completely intrigued and bewildered. What happens next is the icing on the cake for Bethany. Butter petal Bloom emerges from my blazer pocket and causally say "Good Afternoon Bethany" all Bethany can hear is a squeak!

We will have to fix that says BP with a sprinkle of fairy dust.

Bethany sits transfixed on the little figure that is BP.

it's worth a try: Knocking on Fairie Door part 32Bethany then turn...

it's worth a try: Knocking on Fairie Door part 32 Bethany then turn...: Knocking on Fairie Door part 32 Bethany then turned to me and winked! She knows!! Oh my word Bethany knows!!! What am I going to do...

Knocking on Fairie Door part 32



Bethany then turned to me and winked!

She knows!! Oh my word Bethany knows!!! What am I going to do?? if Bethany knows, who has she told? Who else knows? Will Mrs Lawley find out?? Will she ring my parents and have me put in an asylum? I'm feeling desperate now.

I sit down to eat, my porridge is already cold. I don't even care, my mind keeps going over the events of the past evening & of Bethany and her brave actions.
Bethany slides in next to me and in a hushed voice says "Oh Winnie, you must tell me!"

"I must tell you?" I intentionally put on a quizzical expression as if to say "what are you talking about?"

"Winnie, I saw it, last night, in our dormitory"

I reply "you must've dreamt that also"

"Winnie, please tell me, I promise I'll keep it a secret" Bethany continues "you see, I have always believed  in fairies"

"SHHHHHH" I say a little too loudly.

The rumbling murmur in the hall hushed to complete silence, which in turn causes raised suspicion.

"Sorry" I meekly say & the rumbling murmur thankfully continues.

I give Bethany a stern glare as she begins to talk again.

"I'll tell you after class, meet me on the field next to the old Oak tree"
I continue
"Don't be late or you'll miss out" I wink back at Bethany.

We have formed an alliance, just as BP had suggest I do. I hadn't realised that it would come about in this fashion, however, I'm delighted it has.

Now to get through the rest of the day avoiding Mr & Mrs. Troll-face, I think to myself as I finish off the cold porridge, hand my plate in and head for class.