Troll Or Derby, A Fairy Wicked Tale Read Online Free

human girl. Sort of.
    Oh, it gets complicated later on, but at the time, all I could see was a girl breathing fire—fairy fire, at that—and trying to break into a burning trailer, while Dave spun his tires in the gravel, racing away down a mile-long driveway. I wasn’t sure if he was just running from the scene of the crime, or running from her, to be honest. I’d never seen her before in my life, as far as I knew, but I felt as if I were watching myself in action. She was fierce, determined, and definitely not human, although she was certainly acting like one.
    I considered glamouring myself and going to help her, although I have to say that I’d had so little experience helping other people that I really didn’t understand the impulse at all. I could hear a siren in the distance. Would I have time to get them out and get gone before Laurents County’s merry band of volunteers entered the scene? I hesitated, just for a moment—and in that moment, this not-human girl came crashing out of the blown-out end of that burning tin can, landing hard on the ground with another young woman on her back.
    The mobile home collapsed to the ground, and tongues of fairy fire shot into the sky like a mushroom cloud. In fact, more like a mushroom than a cloud, with a red cap and white polka dots. I started out of the woods to make sure the girls were alright, when the fire truck pulled up.
    I took a deep breath and focused on Dave’s scent, laced with fresh hot murder, and took off after him, instead.

Chapter Three
    Daydream Believer
    Deb

    I didn’t really want to ride with Derek, but didn’t see much choice. I was so drained, and I had to find Mom as fast as I could, get her to Gennifer’s side before she woke up. The fact that I’d hated my perverted neighbor Derek since the fifth grade didn’t matter that much at the time.
    “What happened to you?” he said, slinging his arm around my shoulders and trying to pull me across the seat to sit closer to him.
    “Meth lab on fire—your big hero Dave,” I said. I pried his arm off me and slid as far away as possible. “Don’t touch me, you skeeze.”
    Derek frowned. “You want to go to the hospital?”
    “Just left there.” I pulled off the gaping hat and flashed my bandages.
    “Damn, babygirl!”
    Ugh. Is there anything more pathetic than a redneck high-school pimp-wannabe?
    I cringed. “Don’t call me that, pervert. Just take me to school.”
    “I’m not a pervert. Don’t you want to go home?”
    “No. School. Please hurry.” I rested my head on the cool glass of the window. “And you are a pervert,” I said. “I know you watch Gennifer change from outside her window.”
    He kept eyeing my bandages, and I hated him for it. I didn’t want anyone to think of me as weak, especially not this stupid neighbor kid. “Hey, my eyes are right here,” I said to him, pointing to my face.
    He laughed. “You’re supposed to say that when I’m looking at your tits, you idiot. You’d know that if you had any. And I’m not watching Gennifer. I’m watching your mom .”
    I gave him the finger, and closed my eyes.
    The bass pumped from his stereo, vibrating my entire body. The car was warm and I melted into the shimmying ride. The last thing I saw before we got to school was a blurry red light turning violet through the top of the windshield tint. Derek was running the busiest intersection in town for me, no questions asked.
    “Thank you, Derek,” I said, and then I was out.
    When I woke, Derek was gone, and the car was parked on the sidewalk of the school. I took my skates off and ran to the gym. It’d been faster if I could have just rolled, but the principal was a real stickler for rules, and I didn’t want to get stopped at the door. I pushed through the outer doors just as the pep band wound down a medley of the band teacher’s favorite ‘60s tunes. Now, if they’d played something obnoxious and country, they’d have really inspired pep in our student