Today was not any ordinary day, it was Rita's birthday! She

woke up and went downstairs. Her parents handed her presents

to her. She opened the smallest package. Inside was a little toy

fairy, Rita's favorite thing in the world.

Rita was a girl that was small for her age. She had long silky

brownish-blonde hair and light blue eyes.

For some reason, Rita was really attached to fairies. Her

parents told her that fairies were just a made believe thing that

people drew and wrote stories about. But that didn't make her

love them any less.

Rita opened the Largest package and inside was a letter and

a Make your own Fairy House kit. The letter read:

Dear Rita,

We can't believe you are 10 years old! We really want

your day to be special! So we told Rylie and George that

they can't bother you for a month. So that you can be

paranoid free for a while. We really hope you like your

present. It comes with a little fairy. This gift has a meaning

for you. Well anyway, have a wonderful birthday, don't get

too old!

Love at your best, Gran and Pop

Rita loved her gift, but she wondered what her grandma and

grandpa meant. Rita went to her room and slipped the gift under

her bed. She did the same with the other gifts she got.

Rita grabbed her doll Polmia.

"What do Gran and Pop mean?" she asked her doll.

Polmia's head flopped sideways. Rita hugged Polmia and

jumped on her bed and sighed. She wished she knew what the

note meant.

Rita got out of her bed and went to eat dinner. It was Ravioli,

her favorite. She went down stairs and turned to the kitchen and

saw George making a face and Rylie rolling her eyes at him.

Rylie and George are 13 year old twins. They had brown hair

and green eyes. They looked the same beside the hair length and

gender.

"What is this?" asked George in a disgusted tone.

"Ravioli," said Mrs. Morris, "Now sit down."

George reluctantly went to the table scowling. Rita walked

into the kitchen.

"There's the birthday girl!" said Mr. Morris.

"Hi dad!" said Rita as she hopped in Mr. Morris's arms.

Mr. Morris was a tall, skinny man with black hair, but was

really strong.

Rita turned to Mrs. Morris. "Hi mom!" said Rita as she

hugged Mrs. Morris.

Mrs. Morris was a short but skinny woman that had flowing

brown hair.

At dinner, Rita tried to hold in her laughs as George

pretended to choke. After dinner, Rita went to her room and got

on her blue, fuzzy fairy pajamas. Then she walked to the bathroom that she and her siblings share. She looked inside and quickly

brushed her teeth. Rita always does it secretly because Rylie and

George always come and hog it when she's in the bathroom.

After that, she ran into her bedroom. Her bedroom was the

size of a handicap stall in a bathroom. She scrambled into bed

when her parents came in.

"Goodnight my sweet girl." said Mrs. Morris.

"You'll always be my favorite." said Mr. Morris.

"How dare you!" said a voice loudly.

It was George!

"What are you doing in my room!" yelled Rita angrily as

George walked out of the closet.

He was twitching madly. Mr. Morris grabbed George by the

ear, and led him out of the room. Rita heard George groan in pain.

Mrs. Morris sighed as she went to the twins' room.

Rita woke the next morning, surprisingly excited to go to the

park. She put on her Snoopy shirt with her jean overalls. She ran

to the bathroom, but the twins were there first.

"Let me in!" cried Rita as she tried to squeeze in the

bathroom.

"No way, squirt." said George as he pushed her back into the

hallway.

All of a sudden, George fell onto the floor.

Rita smiled but was still mad as she walked downstairs.

"Why isn't your hair brushed?" asked Mr. Morris.

"Twins' hogged the bathroom again." explained Rita.

"Again?" asked Mrs. Morris.

"Yep." said Rita. Mr. Morris grabbed Rita's hand and went to bust the twins.

He yelled at the twins and kicked them out. Rita put her hair up in

a nice long ponytail

When she got home, she checked the mail. She went to her

room and sorted it. The pile was as tall as a small box. She listed

the names one by one. She was about to give everyone their mail,

but just then a bright light came into the room. Rita rubbed her

eyes and opened them. She saw a magnificent light purple pixie.

She came to it and the pixie put a letter in her hand, and flew

away.

Rita was stunned. She had just seen a real life pixie. She

delivered the mail before opening the letter. The letter read:

Dear Rita,

We want to inform you that you have been accepted into Wixipix, a

school of fairy enchantment, in Fanishly. You will spend 8 years here, a ninth

year will be optional. We were told you have a fairy in your family. In the next

letter you will get, there will be a supplies list. We hope you will come and be an

enchantment.

Love to all, Kimber Loyoar

Rita was happy, but she was more mad. Her parents had lied

to her, saying fairies are a figment of imagination. Rita stomped

downstairs, the letter in her left hand.

"Why are you so mad sugarplum?" asked Mrs. Morris.

"You lied to me." growled Rita.

"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Morris, sounding more

frantic.

Rita told (more like yelled at) her mother. Her mother was

saying that it was trash mail. Rita, of course, did not believe her.

Mrs. Morris sighed.

"You are right." said Mrs. Morris reluctantly. "You are a fairy.

We have been seeing the signs, but we decided it was nothing."

"Is that why all these things have been happening?" said Rita

"George twitching, George falling for no reason. That was me?"

"Yes."

Rita looked at her surprised, but inside she was shouting

with joy. Then all of a sudden, a gold pixie appeared right in front

of Rita. This pixie had the Wixipix supplies letter. Mr. Morris came

into the room.

"What's all the squabbling for?" asked Mr. Morris. Once Mr.

Morris saw the pixie, he understood.

"She has been accepted, Roxanne?" said Mr. Morris questionably.

"Yes Gerald, she has." said Mrs. Morris worryingly. "We

thought she would be like her brother."

"What do you mean like George?" asked Rita curiously.

Mrs. Morris sighed.

"Just ignore what I said, just go to bed." said Mrs. Morris

tiredly. "Just head upstairs."

Rita frowned as she went upstairs. She knew something was

wrong. Rita hopped in her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

***

Rita woke up in a totally different room than her own.

Surprised, Rita looked around. She now had a mansion sized room

with her own bathroom. Rita opened the door to the living room,

which was now a loft area. Rita went to Rylie and George's room

which was now Rylie's room only. The room right next to it was

George's room. Rita headed to the stairs which now was an

elevator.

Rita headed back to her own room when Rylie pulled Rita

into her room.

"So mom and dad told me that you're a fairy." said Rylie

happily.

"Yeah, why?" said Rita suspiciously.

Rita was wondering why Rylie was being nice to her.

"It means that having more than one fairy means maids, big

mansions, butlers, our own bathrooms and rooms!" said Rylie

excitedly.

"But why are you so cheery to me?" asked Rita.

Rylie didn't answer. Instead she walked over to her closet.

"Come here." she said, nodding to the closet.

Rita walked over there and Rylie told her a secret she wasn't

allowed to tell.

"I wanted to be nice to you the first time I saw you." said

Rylie. "I always helped mom with taking care of you. I was only

three. But once George saw how attached I was to you, he took

you away from me and locked you in a closet. I tried to open the

door but mom and dad put a child proof lock on it. I then started

to cry. When I started to cry, George pulled me into our room.

"You will never like her again." he yelled. I nodded my head cause I

knew it was the only way to get you out of the closet."