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=School Model Story of the Year- 2011= = =

 Do you ever imagine that whimsically flitting fairies could be real? Could they be prancing in your garden at this very moment in time? Well for every garden, there is at least one fairy. There was once a girl named Mary Beth, and she owned a very prosperous garden. Like in every prosperous garden, there was a happy family of fairies that lived among the blooming flowers.

One of those fairies in particular were quite jolly. This fairy was only a young child of her sort and she was very reckless as well. Her name was Mary Beth, just like the young girl that owned the garden that she and her family dealt inside. "Mary Beth, you stop your rough-housing this instant! You must act like a proper young fairy." Mary Beth's mother hollered from inside the small mushroom that stood as their home. Mary Beth settled on a small branch, and sighed. Mother was always telling her to settle down and act like a proper child should. Mary Beth could hear the soft squeals of her baby sisters laughing and playing under the daffodils with no care in the world. In only a blink of an eye, the ground started shaking violently. The whistle was blown. Humans had entered the vicinity. The fairies had to be hidden or their very lives would be at great risk. Mary Beth ran a hand through her tangle of red hair. She prominently tousled it up and started to make her way to the mushroom. She weaved through flowers and stopped to smell a vibrant rose that was in full bloom. The ground shook harder. Mary Beth's mother could be heard screaming, "Mary Beth!" scared of the death of her eldest daughter. Mary Beth flew faster, snagging her wing on a daisy or two. In utter pain she smashed into the soft earth, directly in front of her home. Mary Beth's mother timidly stepped outside. She grabbed Mary Beth by the arm and dragged her into the safety of the mushroom. Mary Beth stumbled to a chair made of a soft rotten berry. Small items slid around the mushroom, bumping Mary Beth's wing every so often, causing her even more pain. Mary Beth received the long lecture she expected and knew she deserved. Her wings were quickly tended to, even though such operations were quite difficult to perform while they were sliding around the rooms and crashing into the soft walls of the hollow mushroom. Such a humble home did not deserve such a battering. Finally the thundering footsteps had ceased and after waiting a very long time, the children were finally allowed outside. Even with her severely injured wings, Mary Beth still could walk steadily enough to roam the world from the ground. She wouldn't be flying for at least another day. For fairies a day seems like a year, especially to the jolly adventurous fairies like Mary Beth, that had nothing better to do than explore the outside world. In the distance Mary Beth saw the looming home that belonged to the humans. A small pale face peeked out of a window high above the ground. It was a small girl, the daughter of the owner of the garden, Mary Beth's home. The girl seemed to be staring directly at where Mary Beth walked, of course, the poor girl could have not seen anything, since fairies were quite small. Still, Mary Beth cautiously ducked behind a weed to hide herself from the young girl's curious view. It still seemed as if the child's sea blue eyes were penetrating the weeds, and boring holes onto Mary Beth's head. Mary Beth was already hallucinating after being injured and yelled at very harshly. After what seemed like hours, but was only really a few minutes, Mary Beth dared to tiptoe out from behind the weeds. She looked up at the young girl's window, and noticed that it was now dark and empty. A small sigh escaped Mary Beth's lips.

Like what was said before, the owner of the garden had a daughter, and her name was Mary Beth as well. But unlike the young fairy named Mary Beth, the human Mary Beth had a nickname. This nickname was Maribee. Why would this girl's nickname be Maribee? Maribee once had a younger sister. When this young sister, named Rosie, learned to talk, she couldn't quite say Mary Beth's name correctly. Thus, she called Mary Beth, Maribee. When Maribee's poor sister turned a hearty three, she was in a horrible accident, and the poor Rosie and her beautiful mother up and died. It was now only a month since Rosie and her mother's death, as Maribee sat on her bed and sobbed. Her mussed up red hair was just as wild as the fairy Mary Beth. She ran her pale wiry fingers through the nest of locks that rested on her head. She slowly got up, and pulled a small stool towards the window, and plopped down on it in a heap. She put her chin in her hands, and watched as her large father walked out into the garden. Maribee had always begged her father to lose some weight, but he wouldn't dare listen. "I want to be the same, so your dear mother and sister could always recognize me, sweet Maribee," he had once told her. Maribee's father had gotten immediatly kind when the policeman came up to their humble home to tell them the horrible news. Maribee had cried till she could cry no more. She didn't think of crying for her cruel mother, she cried for Rosie, who's sweet laugh brightened Maribee's day.

