Diary of an Angry Lightning Fairy: 2nd Week of Suspension
Updated: Jan 24, 2022
When I woke up this morning, I thought it was all a bad dream. For a moment, I was even going to get up and get ready for class, but then I realized it wasn’t a dream. I really did get suspended from fairy lightning school!
I think my mother felt sort of bad for me because she made honey cakes for breakfast. The only time my mother makes honey cakes is for the Fairy Lightning Winter Festival. They really are the most delicious things you could ever eat.
After breakfast, I decided to read one of the lightning fairy history books my mother had given me when suddenly, I heard a knock on my window. It was Mopi the Monster Muse! I glanced at my bedroom
door to make sure it was closed, then I rushed over to my window to let Mopi in. He was tiny now! When I met him, he was much bigger than me. He was the size of a rabbit. But now, he was my size! “Hello there, Juniper!” “How did you find me?” I asked curiously. “We Monster Muses have a good intuition.”
“Intuition?” I scratched my head and stared at Mopi for a moment. “Yep. I listen to my instincts. Plus, my handy magic journal never lets me down. I just write a question down and I feel the answer in my heart. That’s how I found you!” Mopi said with a wink.
“Oh. Well, what are you doing here? How did you become so small?" I asked him. Mopi waddled over to my rainbow-colored rug in the middle of my room. His short little legs made him look like he was
floating because his purple fur covered him all the way down to his toes. “Well, that’s a fine how do you do?” he said as sat down with a thump. He began to laugh wholeheartedly. “Magic of course. I can change my size any time I like. I prefer being small, though. I like being close to the earth.” he said with a grin.
“Shh!” I said. “I don’t want my mother to hear you! She really wouldn’t want me talking to a monster, but you seem like a nice monster. Unfortunately, my mother won’t want to take the time to figure out that you’re a nice monster and she would throw you right back out the window!” I said curtly.
Mopi cleared his throat and blushed. “I see.” he lowered his voice. “So, have you been writing in your diary? “Yes,” I said unenthused. “Good. Good. For your assignment today, I want you to--” “My assignment?!” I shouted. “I don’t want an assignment from you! I want to go back to fairy lightning school and work on my flying skills!”
Mopi the Monster Muse jumped to his feet. He was startled by my raised voice. “Juniper? You ok in there?” My mother suddenly yelled from behind my bedroom door. I motioned for Mopi to hide beneath my bed. He quickly rolled under it just as my mother cracked my door open and peeked her head in.
“Why were you yelling, Juniper?” “I wasn’t yelling.” I retorted. My mother just stared at me with a look of disapproval. She knew I wasn’t telling the truth. “Calm down and read your lightning fairy history books, Juniper! I know you’re upset, but things happen for a reason. We just have to take one day at a time, ok?” She smiled at me with a look of concern in her eyes. “Ok.” I said. With that, mother closed the door and Mopi the Monster Muse came rolling back out from under the bed.
“Whew! That was a close call.” Said Mopi “So, what’s this assignment about?” I asked curiously. "Mopi scratched his head for a moment. “Oh! Yes, the assignment. I want you to write about a time when someone's words gave you the idea that you were not good enough at something. What words were said that made you feel that way? Then, write about the positive qualities you possess and list all of the things
that you are good at. When someone says something that hurts our feelings, it is usually because that person is unhappy with themselves. The words of others can only hurt us or hold us back if we let them.” said Mopi.
I thought about what Mopi the Monster Muse had said and looked at my diary resting on my desk made of twigs. “Ok. I’ll try," I said unenthused.
“Great! Said Mopi. I’ll be back tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow?” I asked. Mopi had already jumped out of the window and was halfway into the woods by now. He moves pretty fast for a fluffy monster. Not that I’ve ever met a Monster Muse before, but he seems pretty quick on his feet.
I think I’ll take a break before I start the writing assignment Mopi gave me. I just heard mother call me for dinner. She and father hate when I make them wait too long at the dinner table.
Until tomorrow, Diary.