September 19, 2013
Nobody knows what will happen when Pixie Hollow closes. Some say we’ll be safe in here forever, unable to travel outside of our “safety bubble”. Others say all the fairies and sparrow men will be kicked out. There are many theories, but today is the day all but one will be proved wrong. That’s right. Today is our doomsday. Today determines our fate. Today is September 19th.
When I wake up, I reach for my regular soft petal slippers that usually live under my bed, but my hand closes on a cold, thin heel. Confused, I throw my thin blanket off and search underneath my bed to see if I have a pair of normal shoes left.
I find nothing.
Sophie must have been pretty careful in her sensible-shoes apocalypse. Thinking about the apocalypse makes me remember what day it is. I groan. That means I have to wear whatever Sophie picked out for me to wear to the closing ceremony, just like I promised her nearly a month ago.
I walk to the closet and throw open the doors to my wardrobe. I groan again when I see three outfits topped with flowers, each sporting a color that I shouldn’t have to see before I’ve had my coffee.
Deciding that I might as well keep my promise, I put on the one that’s closest to my favorite color and turn to inspect myself in the mirror.
I don’t look too bad, I suppose. The thing that bothers me the most is the high heels that are the same bright yellow as the rest of the outfit.
I suppose a closing ceremony is a formal event, but do I really need to wear heels?
As I fly above Havendish Square, I see what looks like a riot in the process of dismantling a barrier between them and an undecorated stage. When I fly closer, I realize the fairies are not an angry mob, but simply an agitated crowd, constantly moving for a better view of the timid looking sparrow man on the stage.
Of course, being a regular columnist at the Pixie Postings does have it’s benefits, so I am seated in a private area where I might actually have a chance of hearing the sparrow man’s words, who I now recognize to be Lance, nothing more than a paid intern of the Never Council. Speaking of which, where are they? Is Lance simply an opening speech, or is this all the explanation we get for our home being….being….well, I don’t know what’s happening to it. But I’m still angry about it!
I decide that I’ll learn more and have a lesser chance of starting my own riot if I start listening to Lance, who appears to finally be cracking.
“I’m very sorry that the Never Council cannot make an appearance, and I wish I knew why, of course, but they left me here to face this angry mob on my own. I don’t know what to tell you. There was a note on the door to our regular meeting room, and it said to give the regular speeches, break the news to you and manage Pixie Hollow. It’s been a while and I haven’t seen them or heard from them, BUT I JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!” Lance ends up shouting those words at the crowd of pixies, who are now very confused.
I am, too. If he hasn’t seen Sweet Pea, Marina, Kit, or Slate in however long, who’s to say that they’re STILL HERE?
I must have shouted those words at the top of my lungs for everyone to hear, because everyfairy is either staring at me like I’ve lost my mind, or agreeing!