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Willow Doyle comes from a prolonged line of angel godmothers, yet all she wants to be is normal. Why would she wish to turn a bone-fide angel godmother (she’s now during goddess status) and be stranded assisting humans—known as humdrums in her family—who don’t even trust she exists? No, Willow would rather be human. So she’s anxious when she has a possibility to attend a disciplined facile propagandize for dual weeks. Normal! At last! But can Willow fit in with a humdrums and make a best friend, even yet her relatives don’t wish her unresolved out with humans? Find out in this waggish and lively new array from an acclaimed immature adult author.You competence also like...
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Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #887791 in Books
- Published on: 2011-04-19
- Released on: 2011-04-19
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .51" h x 5.18" w x 7.61" l, .26 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 176 pages
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About a Author
Eileen Cook spent many of her teen years wishing she were someone else or somewhere else, that is good training for a writer. When she was incompetent to find any pursuit postings for universe famous author, she went to Michigan State University and became a advisor so she could during slightest means her book shopping habit. But genuine people have genuine problems, so she returned to essay given she favourite carrying a ability to control a ending. Which is most harder with humans.
You can examination some-more about Eileen, her books, and a things that strike her as humorous during eileencook.com and on Twitter during @Eileenwriter. Eileen lives in Vancouver with her father and dogs and no longer wishes to be anyone or anywhere else.
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One
Why carrying an comparison sister is a pain:
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She never lets we hold her stuff.
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She bosses we around all a time.
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She acts like she knows everything.
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Your relatives will let her do all kinds of things that we aren’t authorised to do.
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She gets all a new outfits and we have to wear shreds (even yet her favorite tone is green, that we hate).
I can consider of a lot some-more reasons, yet we would need some-more paper. Everyone is always astounded to find out Lucinda is my sister. This is given things has never spilled on her shirt and her hair never sticks up. She always remembers to contend appreciate you, please, and forgive me. My sister always has her task finished on time, she never snorts when she laughs. Oh, and she can fly.
My sister is a pain.
I lay underneath a sidestep in front of my propagandize so we could demeanour out onto a sidewalk. There was vast pointer announcing COTTINGLEY FAIRY ACADEMY: TRAINING SPRITES IN THE ART OF FAIRY GODMOTHERING SINCE 1254. Of march a pointer was enchanted, so when any humans looked over all they saw was a coronet board that pronounced cottingley privateschool in front of a tiny section building. Our tangible propagandize was a distance of a castle, yet apparently that would hang out, so it was fascinated too.
A organisation of kids were coming. we hunkered down so they wouldn’t see me. It was a same organisation that walked by each morning on a approach to their school. I’d been study them given a summer. As a angel godmother to-be, we was focused on training all about humans, or humdrums as we called them, even yet we was still usually goddess station 2. It was critical if we was going to be means to extend wishes someday.
“Willow? What are we doing down there?” My sister wrinkled adult her nose. “Your garments are removing all dirty.”
I spun around to glisten during her. Why did my sister have to be so inquisitive and so loud? we motioned for her to be quiet. The lady named Miranda was in a center of all of her friends. we scribbled down in my cover what she was wearing.
“Are we espionage on them?” Lucinda asked shrill adequate so they incited around to demeanour as they went by. we scooted out from underneath a sidestep fast and whacked opposite a propagandize sign. we stood up, brushing off my shirt. There was a large weed mark on a sleeve.
“I told we you’d get dirty.” Lucinda crossed her arms. She was usually thirteen, yet she acted like she was all grown up. “Why don’t we examination about Humdrums in books like everybody else?”
“I like them; they’re interesting.”
Another lady wandered by, singing out shrill with her song player. She would take a integrate steps, stop and do a shimmy dance, and afterwards start walking again. Her outfit had each tone in a rainbow. Lucinda looked during me with one eyebrow raised.
“Okay,” we admit, “she’s a uncanny one, yet those other girls were interesting.”
The lady saw us station by a propagandize gate. She took out her earphones and waved as she walked past. “Hi!”
Lucinda’s mouth pulpy into a skinny line before giving a unbending call back. “Great, now a Humdrum is profitable courtesy to us.”
“This isn’t my fault.” we hoped we wouldn’t get in trouble. Fairies weren’t ostensible to attract tellurian attention.
“Just like a sand all over your uniform isn’t your fault?”
Before we could contend anything, my shirt puffed out with a alarm of breeze and all a sand and sand popped off and drifted behind to a ground.
I spun around. “Grandma!” She was disposition opposite a propagandize gate, her china hair pulled behind into a bun.
“We’re not ostensible to use sorcery to extend a possess wishes,” Lucinda said. “It’s opposite a rules. Number 10.4.01A.”
“Grandmas are authorised to mangle rules.” Grandma gave me a wink. “Especially when a granddaughters have a large birthday entrance up.”
Lucinda’s mouth pinched shut. She was not a fan of violation a rules. we also didn’t consider she’s a large fan of fun. we didn’t have most when she was around, that’s for sure.
“Are we entrance to propagandize today?” we asked. My grandma had a full time wish-granting pursuit in a tellurian universe as a principal of a Humdrum school, yet infrequently she would learn a category for us.
“I usually stopped by to dump off some cupcakes.” Grandma pulled a box tied with pinkish weave out from behind her back. In glittery letters it pronounced opposite a tip ENCHANTED SUGAR BAKERY.
I clapped my hands together. Enchanted Sugar was a best bakery in town, even a Humdrums suspicion so. My mom owned a bakery and done a best cupcakes in a whole world.
“Her birthday isn’t until tomorrow,” Lucinda forked out.
“I consider birthday cupcakes go on Monday, it creates a week sweeter. Besides, we wanted to give we my benefaction early.” She pulled a thick china pouch lonesome with polka dots from her pocket.
I peeled a strap of a pouch open and slid out a thick square of white paper. In glossy bullion essay it said:
My mouth fell open. we threw my arms around Grandma. This was going to be a best birthday ever!
© 2011 Eileen Cook
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By A.S.-17
Willow is a fairy. She has a wish that she wants to come true. Will it come true? Will she make any friends? What if they find out who she unequivocally is? So many questions, if she unequivocally wants them to come, loyal will they?
She can't even fit in given she is a fairy. Will she get a same volume of attention? Will she be treated differently or a same, as all of a other kids in her new school?[she is a usually angel there]
READ to find out what will occur subsequent to this doubt fairy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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