*This story is about why Hayley Blackrose believes in magic and fairies at the age of sixteen. She is from my “Clowns, magic, murder, and lies” stories. She also has an origin story called “Hayley’s story.” My origin stories are in the “More origin stories”. “Clowns, magic, murder, and lies” and other scary stories are in my “Scary-ish” stories folder. Some of my old origin stories in that folder too. My happier stories, like this one, are in my “Happy-ish stories” folder. I thought I would get that cleared up. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
What you’re about to read are slices of a sixteen year old girl’s life. This girl is called “Hayley Blackrose” and she believes in magic.
Not all magic.
These pieces of her life will explain how she has such a belief.
So read on if you’d like to know more.
The morning light glimmers into my room.
Another day of joy!
Woohoo! I’m excited!
I brush my hair in front of my vanity. I want to look nice!
The best thing about today is that it’s the start of summer vacation and I want to have all the summer fun that I can!
I just ate breakfast and now my parents left to go out. They want me to watch over Ryan, my younger thirteen year old brother.
I forgot to mention that we only have summer fun when we go on vacation. Other than that, it’s my parents going out and leaving me with Ryan.
I’m a little annoyed, but no matter. I’ll find something to do. I always do.
“Hey! Want to play a board game?” I ask Ryan. I honestly just want to get this over with.
He doesn’t pay attention to me. He’s too busy playing video games.
I’ll just leave then.
I walk outside the house, admiring the flowers that are growing. From roses to poppies to zinnias, so many flowers decorate the front of the house.
I wish the expanse of grass was just an entire field of flowers instead.
You can’t really get that in suburbia.
Just when I’m about to head inside, I see something.
A soft, pink light hovering in the flowers.
I stick my hand out to the light. The light transforms into a small woman with delicate wings.
It’s a fairy.
I have a fairy in my hand.
The fairy just grins at me, as if this were completely normal.
I let her go after awhile, watching her take flight and then disappear.