Not Quite Right

“Destiny. Destiny? Destiny!”

Someone was calling my name. I registered the fact numbly, opening my eyes lazily to glance at whoever it was.

My Fairy Godmother was bending over me, with a worried expression on her face. I sat up, about to ask what was the matter.

But at that moment I knew. When I sat up, I realized that it was taking a ton of effort to push myself up. Something was holding me back.

And then I heard an ever-so-soft flutter. Hardly daring to believe it, I slowly turned and looked over my shoulder…

...And I screamed, I screamed for the world to hear. With a yell like that, I could substitute for the fire department’s siren.

Because what I saw wasn’t quite what I expected.

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