Week 27 (December 1st-8th)--Topic: clouds--- Stories DONE!

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My first story, huzzah!

Taradef
by Sarah M.


“Mommy? I read in a book that cloud fairies make clouds. They make them into shapes and blow them into the sky with a big fan. Is that true?” Sabrina carefully watched her mother’s expression. It paused for a moment, then turned into a scowl.
“No, Sabrina, that’s just a story,” her mother snapped. “Clouds are made by evaporated water. Besides, fairies aren’t even real.” She sat in a lawn chair, reading a magazine as Sabrina lay in the grass.
Because children are naturally curious and have lots of questions, Sabrina wasn’t done with the discussion. “Are you sure?” she asked.
Her mother threw down the magazine. “Yes, I’m sure! I’m an adult, and I know much more than you!” She slowly sat back, seeming as surprised at her reaction as Sabrina was.
Sabrina wanted to ask her mother if she was okay, but she was afraid of the response she might get.
“I’m going inside.” Sabrina’s mother stood up and began towards the back door. “Don’t stay out too long.” She disappeared into the kitchen.
All that evening, Sabrina pondered her mother’s reaction. The woman had been unusually edgy recently. Maybe she was just tired, Sabrina reasoned, but the thought didn’t comfort the seven year old.

That night, Sabrina was lying in bed. Her room was warm, even with the window opened. She was nearly asleep, when she heard a strange noise. It sounded like something was rubbing against the screen on her window. She rolled over to face where she suspected the noise was coming from. Instead of seeing a branch scratching the window or a bat flying by, she saw a person. A girl, with on foot on the windowsill and the other on the floor. Before Sabrina could react, the girl whispered, “Please don’t scream.”
Thinking she should be courteous, Sabrina obliged.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” the girl continued. “but I haven’t much time.”
“Who are you?” Sabrina asked.
“Oh, how rude of me!” the girl cried softly. “I am Taradef, and I,” she took a step closer so she was standing directly in the path of the moonlight streaming in the window, “am a cloud fairy.”
Sabrina could now see the girl. She was dressed in a white skirt and top, and had long silvery hair. Her features were elf-like, and a small pair of wings sprouted from her back. Sabrina gasped. “I knew it! I knew fairies were real!” She jumped out of bed and hugged Taradef.
The fairy froze for a moment, the relaxed. “Shh, you’ll wake your parents.”
Sabrina sat back down on the bed. “Why are you here?”
“Well,” Taradef began. “While I was making clouds over your house today –”
“You made those?” Sabrina cut in.
Paradef blushed, turning her cheeks a faint blue. “Yes, I did.”
“Those were amazing!” Sabrina said, much too loudly. “Oops, sorry. Go ahead.”
Paradef nodded. “So while I was flying over your house, I heard your mother tell you that fairies aren’t real. I couldn’t let another human believe we don’t exist just because we like to keep to ourselves, so I came down here to tell you the truth.”
“Sabrina?” a voice called from down the hall. Her mother. “Sabrina, are you okay?”
“I don’t have much time,” Paradef said urgently, kneeling on the bed. “so let me tell you something: All adults think they’re right. That’s why there is war. That’s why there are murders. That’s why they need to elect one person to make all the decisions. Another thing about adults: They don’t believe what they can’t see. That’s why no one believes in magic. You’re mother doesn’t, and she thinks she’s always right, so she told you there’s no such thing as fairies. But she’s wrong. Fairies are real, and you know that, and that’s what makes you smarter than her. Let her think magic is make-believe, but you’ll always know otherwise.” She reached for Sabrina’s hand and pressed something into it. “As long as you believe, I will always make extra special clouds just for you.”
Footsteps came from the hallway. Taradef stood up. “Good bye, Sabrina. Don’t forget.” The fairy jumped up and flew out the window in one smooth motion. A moment later, Sabrina’s mother opened the door and flipped on the lights. “Sabrina, what was all that noise?”
“Some neighbors just came home and we talking really loudly,” she replied. “It woke me up.”
Her mother nodded, then saw the window. “What’s that doing open?” She walked across the room to shut it. “A bat could fly in, and that would be awful.”
Sabrina was about to say how neat it would be to have a pet bat when she remembered Taradef’s words. “You’re right, Mommy; that would be awful.”
After her mother had left, Sabrina peeked in her cupped hands. Taradef had given her a cloud, no bigger than a silver dollar, shaped like a flower. It was soft, yet strong, keeping it’s shape when she touched it. She held the flower close, and whispered, “Thank you, Taradef.”


Twenty Years Later


Tara lay in the grass next to her mother, watching the clouds. They were amazing; one looked like fireworks in slow motion, and another looked exactly like a painting by Van Gough. She remembered a story she had read in school.
“Mommy? Is it true that cloud fairies make the clouds and blow them into the sky?”
Her mother smiled, fingering the while flower pin she always wore. “Did I ever tell you how you got your name?”
Tara wasn’t sure what this had to do with her question. “Taradef? No.”
Her mother smiled even wider. “Let’s go inside. I think you’d like to hear it.”

[oıɔoɹ/rocio♥]

this is so cool! i love it XD
but y does the fairy have 2 names?

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Thankies! And sorry about the 'Paradef' thing. I changed her name when I was finished. EDITING!

[Hanzleberry]

I like it, Sarah! I think it is so cute! :]

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Ha! PWND YOU ALL!

Yeah, not my best win :P