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The Third Ugly Duckling (StoryADay)

Micah Collins knew from the beginning that he was nothing like the Collins family.

While Dexter, Chelsea, Kristopher, Drew, and Kaylee had brown eyes, brown hair, and brown skin, Micah had blue eyes, reddish-brown hair, and cream-colored skin. While he cared about his family, he was also a target for the bullies who ruthlessly reminded him about his differences and implied that his birth mother must have thrown him away, because who would want an ugly boy like him?

It seemed like every day, people would see him and say, “Look, it’s the little vanilla boy! Why is he living with the chocolate people?” The kids laughed at him and the adults glared at him, as if he was sullying their perfect world with his presence. Micah was upset about the bullying, but he tried to hide it for his family’s sake. They had already gotten enough flack for adopting him, and they didn’t need any more unnecessary drama.

One night, Micah looked into the mirror and said, “Why am I so different? Why am I not like everyone else in my family? What’s wrong with me?”

Just then, a fairy came through the window. The fairy was tall with fiery red hair and orange eyes. Micah saw him and said, “Can you help me?”

“Why should I help you?” said the fairy.

“Because I’m not like everyone else and I want to know why?” said Micah.

The fairy stared at him, saying, “So you’re not like everyone else, and you want to know why? Come, I’ll show you.”

He grabbed Micah’s hand and led him through the mirror to a strange world. Fairies were everywhere, laughing as they flitted through the air. Micah found himself laughing for a moment, realizing that he was happy among the fairies. But that didn’t bring him any comfort, as he knew he would have to return to a cruel world that wanted to punish him for not living with a family that looked like him.

Just as he prepared to go to him inevitable fate, a fairy saw him and said, “I know why you’re different from your family.”

“Why?” said Micah.

“It’s because you’re a fairy,” said the fairy. “OK, you’re only a half fairy, but that’s part of the story. Look in the mirror and see.”

Micah stared into the pond and gasped as he saw his reflection. Here he was, in his true form. He had blue, silver, and purple wings on his back. His eyes was purple and his hair was golden blond. For a moment, he felt as if he belonged.

He couldn’t wait to tell everyone about the fairies tomorrow.

The Third Cinderella Story (StoryADay)

Amy was a normal girl who wanted a better life, but her stepmother Charlize and stepsister Maritza prevented her from living that life. Of course, they didn’t like her or treat her well.

But Amy would never give up, not matter what the circumstances were.

She learned about an audition to be in a movie directed by a famous movie director. Amy loved to act and she often participated in her school’s plays. But this was the big league, and she would have to fight scores of other girls to get the coveted part.

That meant she had to squeeze past Maritza to get to her goal. It would not be easy, however.

When Charlize found out about Amy’s plans to audition for the movie role, so she spread dirt and sand all over the front hall, forcing Amy to clean up the mess without using a vacuum cleaner. Amy grumbled and went to get a broom to sweep up the mess, knowing that Charlize had planned to sabotage her audition so that Maritza could get the part. (I don’t have to tell you that Maritza was terrible at acting.)

Nonetheless, Amy finished cleaning the front hall and went to the audition, where the first group of girls were rejected. She knew she still had a chance.

Unfortunately, Charlize (furious that Amy managed to outsmart her and make the audition) spilled several bags of pasta on the countertop in the kitchen and told Amy that she couldn’t go to the audition until she organized every piece of pasta. As she picked up each piece of pasta and put it back into its proper container, Amy wondered what Charlize had against her. She knew Charlize wanted Maritza to win the part (as bad as she was at acting), but she wondered if her stepmother wanted her to fail the audition as well.

After the counter was clean and the pasta was put back into the pantry, Amy went to the audition, where she survived the second round of rejections. But she knew it wasn’t over yet, not as far as Maritza and Charlize were concerned.

Safe to say, Amy wasn’t so lucky the third time, as Charlize (angry that Amy outsmarted her and went to the audition) locked her up in her huge room-sized closet and told her never to come out until the auditions were over. As she fumed over her stepmother’s latest treatment, a small fairy named Snowglimmer came to her, saying, “Why are you angry?”

“My stepmother has locked me up in her huge closet and won’t let me come out until the audition is over,” said Amy. “How will I get myself out of this situation?”

“Don’t worry,” said Snowglimmer. “I have a plan. We’ll disguise you. No one will know it’s you, not even your stepmother.”

“Are you sure this will work?” said Amy.

“Certainly,” said Snowglimmer. “Now, let’s see what your stepmother has for you to wear.”

Within a few hours, Amy stepped into the movie studio wearing a pair of knee-high boots, a short sleeveless dress, and a long coat. She also wore a choker, a shawl, and a brooch. She certainly looked the part of the character she was auditioning for.

As she performed, she barely noticed the audience and judges watching her. Even her stepmother and stepsister were watching her, not knowing who she was. But she remembered that Snowglimmer had told her to leave the studio by 3 o’clock or her disguise would fade.

While she was talking to the lead star of the movie, Amy heard her watch chime 2 o’clock. So to make a long story short, she fled from the studio, dropping her phone on the floor as she ran. Yet she was found in the closet when Charlize and Maritza came home from the studio. Maritza had been cut from the lineup, and the studio was raving about a mysterious girl who came to the studio and left without a trace, but left her cell phone on the floor.

I’m not going to bother you with details, so here’s the thing: the director and the lead actor showed up at Amy’s house with Amy’s cell phone. Yet Maritza tried to claim the phone as hers when Amy showed up and took it back, thus revealing herself as the mysterious actress.

As Charlize and Maritza protested, Amy said to them, “Oh, give it up, you two! The phone is mine, and so is the part.”

And that’s how this story ends.

I’ll Never Fall In Love (StoryADay)

Well, I must admit that I’m never going to be married.

I’ve waited and waited for a long time, but the marriage never happened. I don’t know why I don’t like girls. It’s not like I’m gay, but I don’t see myself as the type of man who would marry and have children.

Yet I knew that I’m an only child; my parents want to have grandchildren. I myself want to build a family, not just to please my parents, but to give my life some sort of purpose. But I know that I want to find love instead of marrying the first woman who feigns interest in me.

So, why do men claim to fall in love with me? Something is going on with them that makes them think that pursuing me as a possible mate is OK. I will NOT fall in love with a man, no matter how it is seen as proper and convenient. I learn that it’s better to be single than to be with someone who either makes you miserable or will cause trouble for you in the end.

Do You Still Remember? (StoryADay)

March 29, 2000

Do you remember the moment when I said I had reluctantly agreed to help Adrian and Dorian get rid of Declan Cesar? I must admit that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, and I must admit that I never wanted to hurt anyone. But there are times when I had to hurt other people to keep myself and my family and friends safe, and I knew that I would have to deal with the aftermath of said deed.

I sat outside in the backyard, wondering why no one bothered to call the police when Adrian and Dorian crawled through the window in the library covered in blood. Was it that no one cared about the boys at all, or did no one see the boys at all? Plus, did anyone care that Declan Cesar was cruel to the other kids? Did no one notice how much the kids suffered while Declan did such horrible things to them?

Sometimes, I just don’t see the point of me going to Lochland Middle School.

A few minutes later, I received a message from Claire; she and the twins (plus Orlando, Toby, and Joanna) would meet with me at the end of the month. I shuddered, knowing that what they would to tell me would make things even worse…

Those Blasted Ainysians! (StoryADay)

“I blame my no-good idiotic great-uncle Branislav for this,” Sean snarled as a nurse asked him about the bump in his belly. His sisters Shannon and Joanna rushed him to the hospital upon hearing him scream as he fell down the stairs. (Thankfully, his children Evolet, Jaden, Candice, and Justin weren’t at home when the fall happened.)

“What are you talking about?” said the nurse.

“According to my father, my grandfather’s brother Bran was gay and he often fought with his family because of his homosexuality,” said Sean. “In fact, Bran used an ancient Ainysian spell to conceive children; that spell was banned when daughters started being born and Ainysian men started marrying those daughters.”

“And what is that Ainysian spell, I wonder,” said the nurse.

“Well, while I can’t tell you everything, I will say that when our ancestors were first formed, they came from gay couples,” said Sean. “The Atlantean gods were furious when they found that out and they sought to destroy the Ainysians. But several Ainysian families escaped from that destruction and came to Earth, hoping to begin a new life. Also, the younger Ainysians began practicing marriage, which they were influenced by what they saw earth couples doing, so there was no need for that spell.”

“And your great-uncle?” said the nurse. “What did he do?”

“Oh, he ruined nearly 3,000 years of abstainity when he used that spell to conceive children,” said Sean. “Now his stupidity has affected my father and me, as we both went through the same thing. But I know I’m not gay, so why is this happening to me?”

The nurse stared at him with a confused look on her face.

The New Computer (StoryADay)

When I saw the first computer, my life changed forever.

For many years, I was content to use a notebook and a pen to write, but my mom often read my stories and complained about my poor handwriting. She told me to take a typing class, but I laughed at her. To me, using the typewriter was a waste of time, time I could use to practice my cursive writing.

Yet when my dad showed me the computer he had brought, I was surprised, knowing that he had brought that computer for me to write my stories. I knew I had no choice but to take that typing class.

What if Juniper Explained Everything (StoryaDay Post)

What if I told you that I did have another choice when I was so seeped in my own fantasy world?

they say that kids grow up differently, but let’s not forget that kids who survived traumatizing events don’t grow up as well as their non-abused peers. I don’t know what that means yet, but I knew that i was completely different from the other kids, and this is why.

But that didn’t mean I had to stay that way.

After English class, I walked towards the front office instead of the library, as I wanted to avoid the librarian and her criticism. She was angry with me for choosing the read the Trees of Light as opposed to some silly teen novel, but what did she know? She didn’t have an abusive childhood like I did. She didn’t have people trying to “help” her with her “problems”. I mean, the people trying to “help” me really don’t like me at all, or they would have done something about it.

Just as I passed the library, the librarian said, “Juniper, we need to have a talk.” I tensed, knowing that like it or not, my unmentionable secret of being beaten up by the school bully was about to come out…

Juniper’s Journal (StoryADay)

Before the story begins, Juniper writes the following things in her diary…

“I have been obsessed with D. B. Painter’s “The Trees of Light” Trilogy since I was 8 years old. But I’m hardly the only person in the world to be obsessed with those books, as most kids my age loved those books when they were younger. But why is it that when you become a teenager, everyone expects you to read (and like) teen novels?

“That’s not me. That person who reads teen novels will NEVER be me!

“But what most people don’t know is that I am obsessed with “The Trees of Light” for a reason. They don’t know that when I was 8 years old, the school bully savagely beat me up because I was reading books in the library during recess instead of playing on the playground like the other kids, where he could see me and beat me up. I ended up in the hospital for several months; most of them were spent in a coma. The doctors weren’t sure if I was going to live or die.

“Well, I lived, but due to the beating, I suffered some irreversible brain damage. Meaning I couldn’t grow up properly.

“The other kids made fun of me for being childish and not acting or dressing my age. (I’m still wearing pigtails at age 14, mind you!) Plus, the adults, not knowing about my beating or injuries, tried to get me to read more mature books, books I wouldn’t touch with a lighter, or torch with a lighter. Even my foster family tried and failed to get me to “grow up” as it were.

“You may not believe this, but I’m obsessed with “The Trees of Light” because those books were my only solace in a cruel world that demanded normalcy and conformity, not imagination and individuality. I was accused of hiding behind the trees of light and refusing to interact with the real world.

“I know I should get some help for my problems, as what I’m doing is unnatural, but I fear the doctors will say that I was a victim of child abuse. I was, seeing as another kid beat me up, and no one intervened until it was too late.

“So what should I do? I know I can’t keep doing what I’m doing, as the school threatened to call social services and have me removed from my foster parents and sent to a hospital for not acting like a teenager. It’s not my fault, but I don’t want to grow up. But I also can’t stay a kid forever.”