URBAN FAIRIES: Chapter One
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| From "The Craziness of Moriah Snell" |
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The Magic Brew hopped with customers, and I watched them through blurry eyes. How long had I been in this corner? I glanced at the row of empty espresso cups. Fifteen. Maybe all night, then. I sighed. My presentation was due in a couple hours.
I powered my laptop down and then stood up. Weaving through the crowd, I made my way to the counter. The barista saw me and shook his head.
“Eric, no more coffee. Go home,” he said.
I shook my head, my orange hair swinging into my eyes. “A large latte with a double shot of charisma and a shot of….”
My mouth stumbled over itself, but the other barista glanced at me, grinning. “A shot of self-esteem.”
“Right, a shot of self-esteem,” I said, nodding.
The first barista sighed. “Look, my shift is almost over. I can give you a lift to your dorm or… wherever.”
“I just want my coffee.” I showed him my mobile cash app.
“Fine, whatever.”
I headed back to my table and started gathering up my stuff. Shoving my laptop into my bag, I stuck the last pen behind my ear. The barista called out my order. Groaning, I shouldered my backpack and headed to the bar.
“Thanks,” I said, grabbing the latte.
The barista shook his head. I ignored him and stepped outside. Beating my wings a couple times, I lifted into the air. I sipped my coffee and felt the wind brushing against my face. I smiled; maybe today wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe I could do this. Then the pen behind my ear fell. It hit the pavement below.
“Dumb Sprite!” someone yelled.
I sighed. That was the worst stereotype. Just because I’m a Sprite doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Okay, yeah, we like to show off our wings. Who wouldn’t? That didn’t mean we never take things seriously. We’re not just gonna up and leave any second.
Frustrated, I drained my latte. Maybe I could change that. I was going to ace this presentation. My professor and classmates would realize how smart I really was. When I graduated at the top of my class, then the whole university would see. Then each person in the university would take that knowledge everywhere they went for the rest of their lives.
I grinned. This would work. This would totally work. A quick stop at the house, and then I’d head to class. I swooped to the left, careful not to shift my bag’s weight. A minute later, I spotted Mom’s house in the treeline. I landed on the porch and pushed open the door.
“Mom! Mom, I’m home!”
“Eric, where have you been? You never came back last night.” Mom stepped out of the kitchen, her wings beating out a hard rhythm.
“I was at the coffee shop. I got caught up in my presentation and forgot to call.” I smiled at her. “Sorry, Mom.”
She relaxed a little. “You didn’t go anywhere else?”
“No. I just worked all night. Well, I may have slept some.”
“And that’s it?”
“That’s it, promise.”
“Is the presentation ready at least?”
Just like that, I knew I was out of trouble. I grinned, nodding. “It’ll be great. The power point will be perfect.”
“Good. Now go get a shower.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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