Monday Sept 8, - America Fairyville

The fairy. The fairy was tiny. About the size of a small child. It didn't have wings. However it did have elf shaped ears. Nobody could distinguish that it was a fairy except for its parents and sometimes hairdresser. Her name was Arianna. She brushed her hair into a way where it covered her ears completely while still being acceptable. Arianna had to worry about these things constantly. Whether she would be judged for her ears, or how she learned a bit slower than everyone else. She has had tutoring for her mental disabilities, but even her tutor doesn't know about what she really is. Arianna has always wanted to be a chef. But that dream is out of reach. To be a master chef she would have to go through culinary school; where the hair is required to be in a bun and out of the face with a hairnet. Anyone observant would  notice her features and would probably scream. She has overcome bullying when she was younger, for being slow. Her excuse always was English wasn't her first language but that never stopped them. Arianna is a fairy. Nobody suspects a thing.