Alaura7

I was brought up by fairies. I would watch as my mom and dad would fly through the air wishing I could fly with them. Their sparkling wings spread so gracefully.
The fairy nest was high up in the trees and I had to stay in it since I could not fly to the ground. One day a storm came. The rain poured and the wind blew. It rained so hard and the wind was so fierce that it flooded the nest and pushed me out. I fell to the ground with branches breaking against me enough to slow my fall. Now I am on the ground forever and I will never be able to get back up in that nest. I sure miss home. boooooo-hooooo!