GENRE: Middle Grade Fantasy
On the day the National Gossiper made me a tabloid cover girl, I woke to find a fairy prying open my left eye. I admit I'm used to witnessing weirdness. I do live in Hollywood after all. But this was over the top, even for me. So, while I could clearly see a plump Oompa Loompa-sized creature with opalescent wings hovering above my bed, my brain was convinced I was hallucinating.
The fairy let go of my eyelid and grunted. "Hunh. I could have sworn you were faking," she said, the beating of her wings lifting a few strands of my hair into the air.
"Unh?" I groaned. A hair drifted down and stuck to the drool on my cheek. I opened my other eye and blinked a couple of times. The fairy looked at me over black rhinestone-studded cat-eye glasses. She had canary yellow hair done up in an enormous beehive that looked like she used it to store the contents of her purse—pens, lipstick tubes, and a pack of gum were sticking out in various places. She was wearing a lime green spandex jumpsuit with black racing stripes down the sides and she smelled like a mixture of bubble gum and Aqua Net hairspray.
"Are you Avery Alexandra Faye?" the fairy asked.
"Um, yeah," I said, staring at the black utility belt around her waist. It was loaded with an arsenal of complicated gizmos that looked pretty sinister for someone who was shedding glitter all over my bedspread.