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Lalala... oh? Wow. Long time since I put up my last story type thingy... ^.^ Oh well. Yeah, the Marius and D one SUCKED. So, instead, Im putting up a 'quickie' I did in English while I was bored. This one sucks to, but its been so long since my last story, Im desprate...
I got the name idea from Amy Brown. ^.^;;; (Please, bear with me...)
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…Queen Maab…
I met a feary, one day. I was 5 years old… and I remember it perfectly. After I went home, I told everyone. Sadly though, they said it was all in my head, and it never happened. I was always told that Fearies do not exist. I actually believed it, after a while. But after I turned 12, I believed in them again. It was hard for me not to. ‘Tis is the story about my second meeting with Queen Maab. The most handsome, and alluring Feary I shall ever meet.
I jumped on my sleeping brother, then darted into the kitchen before he could hit me. He wouldn’t mean to, you see, but it was kind of… automatic, for him. Anyways, I stifled a giggle as I heard Jeff yell a few ‘words’, and start to get up from his slumber. Some people just said he slept a lot. But I said he hibernated. You would too, if you knew how long he slept. Ack! Back to my story! Alright, so, while I was peeking into the hall from the kitchen, I suddenly caught a heavenly scent, coming from right behind me. I recognized that smell all too well. I remember it from long ago… The scent of the damp sun on honey covered leaves in the summer breeze. Ah… How I have missed it! I slowly turned around, intoxicated by her being. Her lovely, Raven Black hair… Her rose lined lips, skin of milky white… eyes like Honey looked me down… Her legs, as firm as canyon walls as she hopped down from the counter, and walked towards me, her lips curved into a slight smile.
My mind was racing. My own eyes grew wide, as her slender fingers found their way around my waist, and pulled me into a tight embrace. My thoughts started to blur, as I started to weep. It had been such a long time, since I have seen my sisterly friend, Queen Maab! Right then, I was pulled out of my trance as Jeff sauntered into the kitchen, yawning.
“When is breakfast?”
I had to lean towards him, to hear what he was saying. Then, out of nowhere, I giggled, put my hand to my mouth, and smiled.
“Silly goose! Its almost lunch!” WHOA! Did I just do that? How weird! The only time I acted like that was to get daddy or mum to get me something… Strange. Oh, so strange… It might have been because of Queen Maab. *Hey! Wait, where is she?!* I turned back around, to where she had been, then started to search for her. You see, the kitchen is huge. Which is just what my mother wanted. Jeff gave me a series of strange looks as I looked into the oven, under the island, and in the pantry.
“Meagan, you okay? What are you looking for?” He asked, while looking in the fridge. I knew he wasn’t worried about me. It wasn’t rare for me to spaz out, then act weird, all of a sudden. Nor was it common, mind you. I stumbled out of the pantry, tears welling in my eyes. It had been such a long time since our last meeting. I hated the possibility that this might be our last. Or the fact that we would not meet again for a long while, if we did. And all because of Jeff. I let out a sigh, then wiped my tears away, before he could see them. Then, I looked to him, and smiled.
“Oh, its nothing. Thought I saw a gecko. Nufin’ much!” I flashed him a quick smile, then hurried to my room.
I burst into tears when I fell onto my bed. My tears slowly slid down my cheek, onto my pillow. I slowly opened my eyes as I felt a cool hand, as smooth as water, touch my bare back. I looked up, and the grief that was once their was long gone. She looked at me, a warm and inviting smile on those pale lips. I sat up, knowing that everything was going to be alright.
I will never, forget that day. Although… I know, I cannot speak of it, as much as I yearn. I know that people will just find me crazy, and I will end up as the town looney, like Belle’s father, in the Disney movie, Beauty & The Beast. Oh well, that is why I am writing it, instead.