Tooth Faerie Down

By DeeBee Sikes

Char is preparing to graduate high school until a tooth faerie named Silvermist flies into her window pane by accident. In an attempt to help the injured faerie, Char finds herself caught up in the blue moon draft. Whisked away to a land of enchantment and welcomed with opened arms, she meets Silvermist’s brother, Kailen, who is a most handsome faerie with nothing but work on his mind. The royal family lends her a charming cottage and a white horse until she can catch the next blue moon draft three years away. Like all things too good to be true, there is a catch. The captivating beauty of this realm fades after dark. Char soon finds it hard to know whom to trust and realizes that things may not be what they seem. Tooth Faerie Down is a short story full of intriguing romantic adventure for the ‘young at heart’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DeeBee Sikes
• Release date: Apr 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311259882

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TOOTH FAERIE DOWN

Char is preparing to graduate high school until a tooth faerie named Silvermist flies into her windowsill by accident. In an attempt to help the injured faerie, Char finds herself caught up in the blue moon draft. Whisked away to a land of enchantment and welcomed with opened arms, she meets Silvermist’s brother, Kailen, who is a most handsome faerie with nothing but work on his mind. The royal family lends her a charming cottage and a white horse until she can catch the next blue moon draft three years away. Like all things too good to be true, there is a catch. The captivating beauty of this realm fades after dark. Char soon finds it hard to know whom to trust and realizes that things may not be what they seem. Tooth Faerie Down is a short story full of intriguing romantic adventure for the ‘young at heart’.

TOOTH FAERIE DOWN

By:

DeeBee Sikes

TOOTH FAERIE DOWN

Published by DeeBee Sikes at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 by DeeBee Sikes

Cover Art by DeeBee Sikes

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Tooth Faerie Down is a work of fiction. Though some actual towns, cities, and locations may be mentioned, they are used in a fictitious manner and the events and occurrences were invented in the mind and imagination of the author. Any similarities of characters or names used within to any person past, present, or future is coincidental.

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Dedication

I dedicate this book to my Bigma, Georgia Esther. Thank you for all the years of stories you told, some that made me laugh and some that sent me hiding under the covers.

Chapter I

Char looked around at her classmates while the teacher discussed the assignment, adjusting her glasses in disgust as she caught the sight of two classmates kissing on the back row.

Lovely, voiced Char in her sarcastic tone.

Not realizing she had said it aloud, she turned to find Mrs. Johnson, still writing on the board, addressing her. Charlotte, do you have something to say about the assignment?

Um…no, sorry.

Giggles and laughter erupted in the class, then sweet release, the bell.

Mrs. Johnson stopped her from walking past the board. As soon as everyone had left, she leaned against the desk and cocked her head as she eyed Char.

You seem rather distracted lately. Is there anything going on you want to talk about?

No, not at all. I’m sorry I disrupted the class. Char was too close to make any of her teachers angry at this point.

Try to focus. You’ve got a big test tomorrow.

I’m on that as soon as I get home.

Mrs. Johnson motioned toward the door with a smile. See you tomorrow.

The same group of gossipmongers stood at the exit. Char didn’t see the freshman behind the door that released the catch as she walked closer. Not only was the door closing, but he pressed against it from the back side so it wouldn’t open any further. The impact sent her glasses and books flying. Papers floated through the air with the greatest of ease. She heard a snicker and something about a loser. Bullies sure can make life difficult, she thought. She sighed as she picked everything up, remembering her mom’s words, they only cause you trouble if you let them.

Her friend, Macy, met her on the sidewalk. What took you so long?

Just another lovely day at Tea Town High. She was so distracted she didn’t remember the walk home and didn’t hear a word Macy had to say, not that it mattered.

Char’s silence gave Macy the green light to let the one-sided conversation rip, and rip she did. Her sentences ran together, no commas, no periods, no breaths for air.

Maybe Mrs. Johnson is right, Char thought. Why am I feeling so off lately?

As she turned to go to her house, Macy hit her with a notebook. Well do you?

Char rubbed her arm. Well do I what?

Want to study at my house? Are you okay?

I’m just tired. I think I’ll study at home and go to bed early. This test is going to make or break my final and I’m actually too tired to focus right now.

Well alrighty then. See you tomorrow.

Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Throwing her books on the kitchen table, she fell onto a chair. How will I ever memorize all these dates? She jumped when her mom, Savannah, opened the oven door. Oh, I didn’t see you come in.

Char, are you alright? I heard you arguing with somebody all the way upstairs. Here, have a cookie, fresh out of the oven.

Mom, I’ve got a big test to help boost my grade. I’m never good at memorization.

You must be talking about Mrs. Johnson. Did she give you a CD again?

She gave her entire twelfth grade class a CD.

She doesn’t know how to . . . ? You know, sometimes when you listen to them while you sleep it helps to remember things better.

Do you learn better that way, you know, instead of reading notes or recording the class session?

I don’t know. I never tried it, but I hear it’s true. Savannah laughed, kissed her daughter on the cheek, and headed out the back door with her laundry basket. I’m going to hang a few delicates on the line. We’re having pizza for dinner, don’t eat too many cookies. Oh, LeAnna lost a tooth so help me remember to put it under her pillow tonight. Luke is beyond jealous.

Char felt her mother had talked for an hour nonstop, but she had no idea what she said. She walked to the window to watch her four-year-old brother and sister play. How lucky the twins are to be so young, she thought. Her brother tugged at her mom’s long dress, which sent her chasing him through the yard. She was so beautiful with her golden ringlets flying and her bare feet jumping rocks and hiding under the willow tree. The scene made her heart heavy instead of light. She was not the one being chased, she was not the one doing the chasing, but she was too tired to do either anyway.

With a deep sigh, she turned her attention back to the mess in disgust, Of all the chores, I hate kitchen duty. She turned on the old CD player and loaded dishes into the washer.

Savannah stuck her head back in the door. Will you put the pizza in the oven? And don’t forget to set the timer?

Sure Mom. She knew it was tough on her mom with her dad working twelve-hour shifts at the fire department. Being the Chief just meant he worked harder and more hours. Normally Char didn’t focus on how tough it was on herself too, but today wasn’t a normal day. Her thoughts went back to what a surprise the twins had been and how her parents had freaked. Their only daughter was already a teenager when they got the news.

Char was exhausted by the time she brushed her teeth and put her hair into a clip. She fell on the bed and slid the CD back into the player. The mundane voice repeated dates and events. It was too boring to pay attention so the information could get into her head. I don’t think this is sinking in. I think I’m coming down with something.

Finding the thermometer in the bathroom, she stuck it under her tongue. The result was 99.1. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me today. She swallowed a fever reducer, rewound the CD, and turned over to face the window. With eyelids growing heavy, she watched the curtains dance softly in the night breeze. Rain drops fell slightly at first, lulling her to sleep, and then the storm hit. Pools of water spilled over the windowsill. Char’s eyes flew wide open in a panic. She hurried to lower the window just enough to keep the rain from drowning the floor, turned off the CD, and snuggled back down. Her eyelids grew heavier as she watched the weather outside.

She noticed something suddenly flying toward her window. Wide awake, she sat straight up. It didn’t stop. SPLAT! Oh my, you poor little bird!

She jumped out of bed to look under the window. A tiny girl with wings struggled to her knees and swayed first one way then the other, adjusting her small white bag over her shoulder. Char stood back in amazement as she shook her head and blinked again. What in the world?

Tell me about it, the girl said as she crawled under the window. Slowly standing, she dusted her hands together. After clearing her throat in a high-pitched voice, she twisted her long, dark hair to ring out the rainwater. "I still feel a little woozy. The windows these days do seem very clear.