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while! Yes, I absolutely love those retro lace-up Converse basketball shoes. You know, like they wore in the fifties? I have them in almost every color made. They match everything and they are uber-comfortable. And I can’t imagine I’d have to explain the importance of nail polish (in every shade imaginable) or ice cream. I’m addicted to ice cream. Chocolate is my go-to flavor, but any kind will do. Except coffee. I hate coffee-flavored ice cream. And lemon. Yuck. It reminds me of Lemon Pledge…like I’m eating furniture wax. Gross.
    But as I was saying, other than the occasional pair of tennis shoes, my weekly ice cream treat (okay, maybe daily ice cream treat) and a bottle of polish every so often, every other penny I earn is socked away for a new sweet ride. It’ll probably be an old sweet ride, but a sweet ride nonetheless. And the best part is it won’t require me to get off of it and push it through an intersection, or pump up the tires with my dad’s old air pump.
    See? I told you I’m a regular girl. Who just happens to see fairies. Deal with it.

 
     
    Chapter 2
    It’s the beginning of summer vacation and I just finished my junior year of high school. I am soooo looking forward to spending long days at the lake (when I’m not working) or reading a book in the garden (when I’m not working) or hiking through the woods with Jeremy (when I’m not working.) Wait. Have I told you about Jeremy yet? Jeremy is my best friend. Next to Anya that is. Jeremy is about six feet tall, kind of skinny for a guy, also with jet black hair (which I’m pretty sure he dyed, because it used to be brown.) Jeremy wears all black. All the time. Black jeans, black t-shirts, black Chuck Taylors…. Black, black, black. He didn’t always though. The all-black-I’m-going-to-a-funeral kind of punk-thing started only about a year-and-a-half-ago. I don’t really know why. I think he’s just doing his teen rebellion thing. You know, trying to be different, push some buttons, grab some attention, that sort of thing. Jeremy and I have gone to school together since we were five years old. He was even my first boyfriend….when we were five. Because, ahem. Jeremy isn’t really into girls anymore. At least not in that way, if you catch my drift. Not many people know that Jeremy prefers boys to girls though. Just his mom and me. Oh yeah, and Anya and Brennan. Yeah – he knows them too. But he doesn’t know they’re fairies. In fact, I think he kind of has a crush on Brennan. Even though, as far as I can tell, Brennan doesn’t roll that way. I know, I know, I should tell my best friend this super-huge thing about myself – that I can see fairies – but I just can’t. Once I realized everyone thought I had “imaginary friends” when I was little, I just figured it was easier to keep quiet about my little knack for seeing the magical creatures. Plus, after I met Anya and Brennan they made me promise not to tell anyone about their true identities. Anyhow, Jeremy and I always spend most of the summer together. Even though his fashion sense has gone berserk-o, he’s still one of my best friends.
    I was looking forward to a summer with Anya and Jeremy…and probably Leo and Brennan too…those pains in my ass!
    The first Saturday of summer break and the clear blue sunny skies definitely put me in a good mood as I rolled out of bed a little after 10:30 in the morning. The other thing that put me in a good mood was the fact that I didn’t have to work today. Yahoo! As I slowly made my way down the hardwood stairs in my bare feet, red t-shirt and plaid boxer shorts, I was greeted by the sound of the vacuum cleaner. I saw my mother balanced precariously on a chair, leaning over the side of it vacuuming the curtains hanging on the window. Her hair was tied back in a navy blue scarf and she had denim cutoffs on. She was barefoot too. My dad always asked us why we never seemed to have shoes on (unless I was wearing my favorite tennis