'A Group of Singers'


"It's just so rude!" Jessica kept saying over and over.

We were now on the bus to the palace, and I was doing nothing else than hearing Jessica complaining about what had happened. I was as annoyed as ever. With the corner of my eye, I could see Ermi chuckling at me. You must be finding this hilarious, huh? I thought to myself, momentarily shooting my brother a glare. I was so going to take revenge.

"We asked her a simple question!" Jessica continued, "A simple, 'Who are you?'! A simple, 'What's your name?'!"

"A simple, 'Tell me who toi are already, will ya?'!" Elisa added,...

All of my life I've wanted to go to places I've never been to. But sadly, those dreams will never become reality. In my wooden arbre house, my room is as brown as coffee. I sigh. Flying to my dresser, I pick my leaf bag up and over my shoulder. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "Come in!" I respond. The door opens with pixie dust behind it. I see my mother with her usual cinnamon brown hair in a bun. "Good morning, Jessamine." She lays her hand on my right cheek. For being a sixteen-year-old pixie, I still l’amour my mother. "Are toi about to leave?" My mother asks me. "Yes I am." "Good luck on your first day!"...