“Those with vivid imaginations still believed that I could do anything beyond the gates of fairyland. No matter what I say, they all have concluded that I have the power to do anything or change anything if I wanted to.”
Excerpt from “Gracie…Shhh!”
You can read it all in Chapter 7. Yes, it’s Chapter 7, my favourite chapter. I wasn’t sure how I would write this chapter and at the same time, give everyone the pleasure of reading and enjoying the story.
Who would believe that magic still exists in today’s world? No one. Certainly not me. Oh well, maybe sometimes. Those children in Gracie’s school believe that there is magic, and Gracie was the lucky one to receive the magical power. If that isn’t enough to drive Gracie to the edge, imagine what she did. It will surprise everyone.
I surely enjoyed writing it, so I hope you will enjoy reading it. Here’s a little peek of what’s in Chapter 7. All the rest of the story will soon be available for everyone to read. Not long to go. Promise!
. . . . . . So much weird stuff was going on in our school. I was continually being called Fairy Godmother. The older boys called me Cherub Babe. Gosh, that was new. The younger children called me Elfie. Some of them tend to stare, and some don’t even blink. They love touching me too, like rubbing their hands on my arm hoping to get some of my power. Most of the time, I tried my very best to stay calm and not get upset, but our playground was beginning to turn into a circus ground.
That’s it, no more. It is time to put an end to their craziness. It must stop, and I mean now. I was determined to do it because everything was becoming unrealistic and getting completely out of control. It’s time to set the record straight.
But first, I should have some fun first. I will show everyone my magical power.
I was so determined and fired up to put an end to all those crazy stuff, so I dashed at the playground where everybody grouped themselves. The wind was cold and fresh on my face, but it didn’t stop me from doing what I must do that day. Some patches of dark clouds were moving closer to each other, followed by the brief sizzling noise of lightning, but the playground was packed.
“Hey Gracie,” Makena called out waving her hands. “We’re here.”
I went straight to her. My face was crumpled, and my lips pressed together.
“What’s the matter Gracie, you look angry?”
I gave her a sharp look. Then, I purposely pointed my pencil to her and uttered some magic words, “Naughty-ish-tian mitoto!”
For a moment, I saw Makena’s face completely confused. Then, I waved my pencil in the air and yelled out, “Ta-dah!”
Something just happened. I lost my balance, and I was frightened for a moment. It was unexpected. I thought a bomb just went off, but it was a sharp, loud rumble of thunder, and I was taken wholly by surprise.
“Are you kidding me?” Makena blasted at me. “Did you just do that?”
“I think she just did, Mak. She just threw a magic spell on you,” seconded Donald.
I turned to Donald, and with a fierce look, I spoke, pointing my pencil to him. “Am I talking to you Ducky?”
“What’s with you, Gracie?”
I yelled, “Answer me!” waving my pencil in the air. But to my surprise, a flash of lightning just bolted out from nowhere, flashing across the sky.
“Whoa! Chill out, Gracie!” Donald took a couple of steps backward, shaken and scared.
Suddenly, a showcase of lightning flashing from different directions began to appear in the sky. The wind howled, shaking those leaves struggling to hold on from its bough. Everyone was astonished, surprised, bewildered, dumbfounded. Call it whatever you want, but all eyes were on me.
Remember that naughty boy who liked playing pranks on everyone? Well, I marched directly towards him. My face was still crumpled, and I fixed my eyes into him. And with a whisk of my magic pencil pointed at him, I spoke with a loud voice, “You are going to stop playing tricks on everyone!” Then, I yelled, “Understood?”
Thunder roared up in the sky again. Poor boy, fear overtook him. He nodded his head and then he ran off so fast away from me. He almost tripped on the ground.
Wild events were beginning to take place when a teacher came out to the playground telling everyone to go back inside because the weather was getting worse. I panicked. I thought I got busted for doing those pranks. So, as I turned, I accidentally pointed my pencil to her. Unfortunately, a strong gust of wind blew towards her direction. Her skirt went right up to her face. That was unexpected, and it blew my mind too. I wasn’t sure if she was shocked about what I did to her. But all I could see on her face were traces of embarrassment, more than likely because we all saw what she was wearing underneath.