Childish Testimonies
Here is a story written a while ago by my inner child! It is a story about well, my childhood written through my five year old point of view! Because of this, it might be a little confusing, for it is very light and play ful and serious as well, and it races like little five year old minds race. That five year old still lives in me of course, and is known, and will always be known as:
Princess Orelle
.............It was April, high time for the faeries to start blooming. They bloom from tulips you know. They spring up from the ground like ballerinas in little blue bows. Blue tulips are very very rare. Only a few people have seen them, and if you do happen to find a blue tulip, don`t you dare touch it. Because it is a faerie, and if you mess with the faeries, try to pick them in some way, or try to deny their existence. Why then they will swirl up a bunch of rose petals and thorns and crushed leaves in a birdbath in the great Mother Garden and cast a spell on you. How do I know this? Well that is because I am a fairy of course. Queen of the faeries to be exact. I bloom from a white tulip with silk petals every spring, on March 24th, also to be exact. I am a very exact little Queen. You will never ever find a white tulip because there is only one and I am it. But ssshh, do not tell anyone any of the things that I am telling you. I go around disguised as a little girl. I do this so that no one can find me and kidnap me, take me away in the helicopters. I do this so that I cannot be tortured for the secrets of the faeries. I am a little girl on the outside but not on the inside.
.............No matter what my mother says.
.............Gidden is the faerie prince. He wears a blue frock and his hair is long and yellow. Gidden likes to kiss me against trees and he picks me dandelions. I met him during one of my adventures in wonderland. The day was very hot. I had found this lake near the Chester Cat tree. Because of the heat, the mad hatter went and drank too much tea and accidentally pushed me into the lake. Gidden saved me. Though I tried to tell him that I was able to swim just fine. He saved me anyway. We took to talking together in my castle tower. Above where I first saw the ghost of Jake
.............Jake is my dog that got killed by a car. But his ghost still walks around with me and I would take him to school sometimes. The kids at school found it very entertaining, I would tie him to my desk by this imaginary leash and talk to him during math class. Math class is a very pointless class that Faerie Queens should not have to endure. But I do it anyway, in order to save my people. If I did not go to Math class, then the evil helicopter people would begin to suspect that I was not an ordinary girl. But that does not mean that I have to like Math class. Sometimes I talk to one of my subjects when they flutter through the window. Or watch Gidden make faces at me from the coatroom.
.............One day during recess I was outside with my two best friends. Their names are Hannah and Elizabeth. They are also faeries in disguise. We were playing near the grave of Elizabeth`s dead mother. Her dead mother was the Faerie Queen before me. Her grave is very pretty and covered with tiny white flowers that everyone calls by the wrong name. Their real name is Snow Tears. But no one calls them that. Only faeries can think of a name so pretty. We were dancing around the grave when we heard the helicopter coming. We all began to run hand in hand. We called to each other to run faster but Elizabeth fell behind. She was taken by the helicopter people.
.............Me and Hannah went to the heard of wild horses. We asked the horses to help us find Elizabeth. I got on Money`s back on Hannah got on Brandy`s back. They are the King and Queen of the wild horses. We rescued Elizabeth. But next time we decided to be more careful.
.............Sometimes I think that my parents are helicopter people and I get scared. After I go to sleep at night they start yelling down stairs. Sometimes I refuse to go to bed until they do because that way they won`t yell. I think that they turn into big hairy monsters after I close my eyes. They scare me and I don?t like to go downstairs. Faerie Queens need to be careful.
.............One January day my mother threw my father`s clothes out into the snow and they got all wet. I was hiding behind my chair with Gidden. He was holding me. I wasn`t sad. Faerie Queens don`t get sad. I just wish I understood humans.
.............One day I was complaining to Gidden about having to go to school. ``I think it would be very interesting to go to school.`` He said.
.............I told him that he didn`t know anything. That he knew less then the children I had to go to school with. Who really knew nothing.
.............``I`m sure they know a lot.`` He insisted. He likes being the faerie prince. He thinks it makes him superior.
.............``They do not.`` I pushed out my lip. ``Children don`t know a thing about faeries. They only know what they hear in faerie tales. And those are only half right. This one girl even thinks that all stepmothers are evil. But my mom is a stepmother to Rebecca, Mary Beth and Chad so maybe I could agree with her.``
.............``This all just shows that children know a little.`` I pushed him.
.............``And do you know what else children don`t know?? I whined. ``They don`t know how babies are made.``
.............``Well that is just silly. They`re born from tulips!``
.............``Not faeries! Humans.``
.............``Don`t you know?``
.............I shook my head. Gidden leaned over and whispered in my ear.
.............``Oh is that all?`` I asked. He nodded. ``Good thing I?m not a human then.``
.............One day I ran out to stop my father as he started up the lawn mower. ``Don`t!`` I shouted. ``Don`t kill the Dandelions!``
.............``Honey, they`re just a weed.``
.............``No they aren`t just a weed. They`re flowers. I know they are not very pretty flowers but that is only because they are gnomes.``
.............He laughed at me. He mowed over them anyway.
.............I was able to save three dandelions and I gave them as a gift to my mother. She only frowned at them. A few days later I found them in a jar with no water, their petals had turned to gray hair. They were dead and decomposing inside a dusty jar.
.............And then the summer ended, and I was a fairy queen stuck inside a five year old body. Kind of silly really, being thought to have a five year old mind. The white dress tulip went away into the back of my closet and the lavender room that I lived in grew almost white from the reflecting snow.
.............It was December and one day, my father wasn`t there anymore. I can`t remember exactly when it happened, exactly when he left. He just wasn`t there and I didn`t think anything of it. I knew what had happened. She had forced him to leave, my mother. At least there would be no more screaming at night.
.............That winter was cold and salty like tears; I could feel them, smell them in the air every time I turned the corner. I tried to be Alice, disappearing through the looking glass, pushing on the surface of the mirrors in my mother`s china cabinet. But nothing happened, I couldn`t get through.
.............I hadn`t seen Gidden in months.
.............I wanted the summer back; I couldn`t wait for the faeries to bloom. I hated sour smelling air. I wanted the smell of summer back. I don`t know what it smelled like. But it definitely smelled better then this.
.............It was April, high time for the faeries to start blooming. They bloom from tulips you know. They spring up from the ground like ballerinas in little blue bow. Blue tulips are very very rare. Only a few people have seen them, and if you do happen to find a blue tulip, don`t you dare touch it. Because it is a faerie, and if you mess with the faeries, try to pick them in some way, or try to deny their existence. Why then they will swirl up a bunch of rose petals and thorns and crushed leaves in a birdbath in the great Mother Garden and cast a spell on you. How do I know this? Well that is because I am a fairy of course. Queen of the faeries to be exact. I bloom from a white tulip with silk petals every spring, on March 24th, also to be exact. I am a very exact little Queen. You will never ever find a white tulip because there is only one and I am it. But ssshh, do not tell anyone any of the things that I am telling you. I go around disguised as a little girl. I do this so that no one can find me and kidnap me, take me away in the helicopters. I do this so that I cannot be tortured for the secrets of the faeries. I am a little girl on the outside but not on the inside.
.............No matter what my mother says.
.............But this time, the faeries didn`t bloom. The dress that was my petals was too small on me. There was a different man sleeping in my mother`s bed.
.............Humans will call it growing up. I say that the helicopter people took it all away.