Have you seen the Diamond door? It’s planked with a faded maple wood painted in hot pink. It has a small, hooked handle and is bordered with pea sized pebbles. Can you guess who lives there? Well, it’s a small, young fairy, about the size of your pinky. Her name is Rose.
One morning she woke up to the beeping of her cricket alarm clock at 6:30am but she decided to sleep in, so she reset it for a later hour.
That evening, she was flying for her life through a gloomy forest down the same path that her tree grows on. Just this time, it was past midnight and this path doesn’t look anything like it does under the daylight. She thought she was going to be exploring. She thought wrong. The gloomy, ice black forest seems as if it’s shrieking at her, trying to catch her. Rose Flies as fast as she has ever before! Her Long brown braids blow in the wind from her flying. Her rose dress starts to lose some petals. Rose likes to explore her forest but her Mama never let’s her go out after dark. Now she knows why.
“What is that moving behind the thorns? Is the forest trying to tell me something? Should I be scared? I need fly go back to my tree? Wait, where am I?” She asks herself. “I’m lost!!”she screams. You may not know that fairies don’t have loud voices but when they scream they have a high pitched, eerie shriek.
She continues to fly as fast as she can but she can no longer see where she is going but she realizes that she is losing her sparkly flying dust. Without it she can’t fly. She looks around quickly to see if there are any high tree branches to catch onto before she falls to the ground. She uses the pink glow from her wings to see through the fog but it’s just too thick. As if a piece of paper, she flutters down to the ground. Her small little body collapses to the dirty ground below her.
Finally she gets to her feet. Overgrown bushes take over the path. They appear as if they have black thorns and the leaves seem to be shriveling up as she glances around. She crawls up onto a rock and takes a better look around.
“What’s that fly, wait no… Small bird, oh no…” She takes a closer look as it races towards her. “Hawk!!!”she screams. She runs as fast as she can but as you know she’s only the size of a pinky so you can imagine the size of her legs. She has no chance of beating the hawk so she gave up and the last thing she saw was the throat of the Large bird.
“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP”, Rose groans as her hand fumbles around to smack the snooze button on her blasting alarm clock. Rose finally sits up in her comfy bed. As she squints her eyes and peers over to the blinding sunlight pouring through her sheer curtains, she spots her alarm clock which had read 7:30am.