"Hey, watch where you're going!" Suriah Lilly blinked and looked down at the boy who was now sprawled on the ground, books thrown down near him.
"Sorry," she mumbled, bending over to help him. As she reached for a book he grabbed it from her.
"I don't need any help," he growled, and grabbing the rest of his things he stalked down the sidewalk. Suriah frowned and got on her bus.
The boy's mean attitude hadn't really bothered her. After all, she was used to it. People always ran away from Suriah Lilly. Maybe it was because her waist-length black hair and pale skin made her look slightly morbid, but it was probably because of her dark purple eyes and pointed ears. Of course, Suriah was strange anyway, not just in looks, but in her manner as well. She wandered around all day, just clutching her black notebook. She wrote in that notebook constantly, at least, when she didn't have her nose in a book.
The bus stopped in front of her house. As she got off, a little girl, maybe two years old, ran over to her. "Sissy!" she yelled, grinning. Suriah bent down and gave her a big hug, stroking her curly blonde hair. Her sister was entirely different from her with her fair hair and big blue eyes, but Suriah loved her all the same. Angel was the only person in the world who didn't hate her. Two-year-olds don't care if a person looks strange or never talks to anyone.
"Horsie!" Angel clasped her hands. "Pleeease!" Suriah smiled and got down on all fours, letting Angel clamber onto her back.
"Okay, Ange, time to get off," she said when they reached the porch. The happy child slid off her back and walked into the house, with Suriah following.
As soon as she had finished her chores, Suriah shut herself up in her room and began to write. She had a short story due for English class in a week, and she still didn't have a topic. She wrote all evening, except for when she had to go downstairs to eat dinner.
Soon it was dark outside, and Angel came in in her nightie, begging her big sister for a bedtime story. So Suriah put away her pen and paper and tucked her sister in. Then she sat down on the bed and told Angel a story, a story full of faeries, and unicorns that shone like the moon. Soon Angel was fast asleep.
Later that night, as Suriah was just about to close her eyes, she thought she saw something glimmering white outside of her open window. Her last thought before she fell asleep was that the moon sure was beautiful.
The next night Suriah told her sister a new bedtime story. The story was all about a faery princess who flew around on the back of a butterfly. Once Angel had fallen asleep, she tiptoed across the hall into her room like every other night.
She woke up sometime in the middle of the night. She thought she had felt a tickle on the tip of her nose. It must have been a mosquito, she thought, closing her eyes.
There it was again! The darn thing had landed on her stomach! She opened her eyes and raised a hand to swat at it, her vision still blurry from sleep. As her mind took in the sight in front of her, she froze.
The creature standing on her stomach was definitely not a mosquito. If it was, it had to be a really strange one. The creature actually looked almost human. Suriah now noticed that the figure wasn't standing. In fact, it was sitting on the back of a huge blue butterfly.
Suriah got up slowly and closed the window. She crept closer to the butterfly, staring.
The faery looked exactly as she had imagined her to be. She had a pale, humanoid shape, which was covered in a beautiful gown, a silken gown the color of cream. Her beautiful light brown hair was in a hundred braids, all of them piled on top of her head in an intricate design. On her back were four iridescent wings, too delicate for flying long distances (that was what the butterfly was for). The only thing wrong was her eyes. They were the same emerald green, but they didn't sparkle. The princess's eyes were dull. You could see the emotions running through them: confusion, panic, homesickness. It hurt Suriah to see her beloved creation like that.
Suriah went downstairs to the kitchen. She poured a tiny cup of milk, using one of Angel's doll cups, and put a drop of honey in it. She also poured some honey on a small plate for the butterfly.
Once she was back upstairs, Suriah offered the food to the strangers. The faery looked at her suspiciously, but eventually she must have decided that accepting food from a strange human was better than starving. Suriah set the cup and plate on her desk and went to sleep.
When Suriah woke up the next morning, the princess and her butterfly were gone. The only evidence that they weren't a dream was the tiny teacup and saucer on her desk, drained of everything but a microscopic drop of milk.
Suriah now not only told stories to her sister every night, but she also said her stories aloud whenever she was alone. And every time, things would come out of the story into her world. Every night her room would be packed with strange creatures, but they always disappeared by morning, probably hopefully, back into their own worlds. But there was no need to worry, for there had been no reports of strange or unusual happenings on the news.
Then, the day before her English assignment was due, a girl at school went too far. She was one of the dozen or so people who, instead of acting like she was invisible, preferred to threaten and torment Suriah on a daily basis. Suriah had put up with it silently for ten years, but the tormenting was especially bad that day, even worse than normal, and she just snapped.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!" she yelled, and she punched the girl in the stomach. The girl doubled over in pain. Shocked by what she had done, Suriah ran out of school, ignoring the buses that were pulling up to the sidewalk. She made it as far as the next block before she had to stop. She bent over, panting. Once she caught her breath she walked home, going slowly. She was still angry, but she was definitely starting to regret running away. She lived on the edge of town, and it was going to take a long time to get home.
An hour later she finally walked through her front door. However, the door hadn't even closed behind her before her parents appeared. Her father's face was red with suppressed rage. Her mother's face was extremely pale, and her eyebrows were dangerously slanted into a V. She spoke.
"The school called." Suriah didn't say anything.
"You punched a girl." Again, nothing.
"They've given you in-school suspension for a week starting Monday." Suriah knew they were waiting for some sort of comment, but she wouldn't even give them the satisfaction of a shrug. Her father exploded.
"My God, won't you say anything? Aren't you sorry?"
Suriah raised her eyebrows. She could tell he'd been drinking, but she didn't care. "She deserved it," she replied simply.
Her father's bloodshot eyes almost popped out of his head. "She deserved it?" he bellowed. "Well, then, so do you!" He pushed her so hard she fell onto all fours. Her mother had probably left by now. She liked to pretend she didn't now what her husband did when he mixed alcohol with anger.
Suriah could hear a belt unbuckling behind her. She shut her eyes tight, but stayed on the ground, knowing what would come next.
Crack! She bit her lip against the cry that was trying to force its way out of her mouth. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
He hit her nineteen more times, but for all Suriah knew it could have been one hundred, the pain was that bad. When he finally stopped, she stayed on the floor, unable to move for fear of provoking him again. As soon as he left, she collapsed, crying.
It was late at night before she dared to get up. Everyone was asleep by then, but she didn't dare to get any of the dinner that she hadn't eaten earlier, fearing that the light would wake him up. Instead, she crept into her room and got out her backpack. It may have been late, and her back may have been bruised and bloody, but she still had a story due tomorrow. She took it out and sat at her desk, staring at the words in front of her, her mind actually blank. Instead, her thoughts turned to her father, and those kids at school, and everyone else who had hated her all her life and she was filled with fury at the whole lot of them. Suddenly, an idea came to her. Oh yes, she would get vengeance on every one of them, and they would be sorry that they had ever hurt Suriah Lilly.
And with that thought, she began to write. She wrote all night long, crumpling up most of what she wrote. It had to be worded exactly right, or the whole plan would go to pieces. Finally, she had four perfectly written pages, just as her alarm clock went off.
In English class that Friday Suriah was very impatient, but nervous, too. She paid no attention to the girls' stories (most wrote about kittens and puppies), nor did she listen to the boys' stories (they all wrote about sports). She was too busy thinking about how they would all soon see what a great writer she really was. Finally, it was her turn. She started to read.
"Once there was a girl, and everyone in town hated her. They would torment her daily for her weird looks and habits. But one day they went too far.
"This girl was a sorceress. She called up all the giants of the surrounding mountains. These giants all looked the same. They all had grayish skin, with muddy green eyes and greenish-yellow hair that looked like dying grass. They could be the most vicious creatures in the land when they wanted.
"The witch-girl commanded the giants to trample the town, and to kill everyone they saw.
"The giants obeyed her and stomped into town. Boom." There seemed to be a faint echo to her voice.
"Boom." The echo grew louder.
"Aaah!" Screams sounded outside the classroom. Everyone ran to the window. Everyone, that is, except Suriah. She still stood at the front of the room, a faint smile on her face.
Several giants were stomping around in what had been the science labs. There were students and teachers lying all over. As the class watched, one giant picked up a teacher and snapped his spine in half. They could hear his scream all the way into their classroom. Some of the girls (and even some boys) fainted.
Suriah slowly walked to her seat and sat down. No one noticed. They were too busy watching the horrifying scene. Suddenly there was a crunching sound. Suriah looked up, but she wasn't alarmed. After all, the giants were her creation. They couldn't hurt her, right?
There was another loud crunch and a second later the roof was ripped off. An ugly face looked in as everyone but Suriah screamed. Surprisingly he ignored them but the calm girl caught his eye. She looked up at him as he grunted, still not showing any alarm. As he stepped into the room the class crowded against the wall. As the giant stared at her menacingly, a phrase from her story suddenly popped into Suriah's head. "The witch-girl commanded the giants to trample the town, and to kill everyone they saw." She looked up at him, the fear now showing plainly on her face.
"Oh, no," she mouthed as the giant lifted his foot. "Oh no, oh no, oh no…" The giant foot dropped just as a piercing scream came out of Suriah's mouth. The last sight anyone had of her was bulging purple eyes and an extremely pale face. Then, as suddenly as they had come, the giants disappeared.
The End… Or is it?