Never Eat Glitter

• Beki Mircic, Grade 10
• Short Story
• 2014

There was a light breeze coming through the window, blowing my drapes around so they seemed alive. I was making a card for mother’s day when it came time to add the glitter, I opened the glitter box, pulled out a little container that was full of little specks of reflective dust.
An idea came across my mind, what would glitter taste like. At the time I didn’t know this would turn my whole life around. I dipped my chubby finger in the capsule and pulled it out coated in the shiny dots, I then shoved my finger in my mouth. It tasted plain and didn’t really take my fancy so I spat it out. But it was too late the changes had started and I hadn’t noticed the changes until I saw my reflection in the mirror
“Oh my god I have wings!” I screamed
My mum came running into my room and I jumped under the covers, I couldn’t let her see my secret. So I lay under my blankets choking on the remaining specks of glitter stuck in my throat.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” asked mum
“Umm nothing I was just playing fairies” I replied
“Ok then”
I suddenly felt my body give way I was laying on the floor and everything started to spin around me and then everything went huge and I mean huge as big as giants. Then I heard a laugh and then I felt tremors
My glass of water was moving just like in Jurassic park when… EARTHQUAKE!!!!!... The floor shook violently I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes then I saw my baby brother run past my room. Then I realised that I was tiny, tinier than a midget about as big as a butterfly but wait, no, I was a fairy. This seemed as though it was dream but it was a reality. I was more excited than scared this was dream come true; I could flutter and soar across my room. I was sailing across my room when a strong breeze coming through my open window pushed me to the floor and I knocked a jar down from the shelf as I was falling. As I fell on the floor I looked up and as if it was in slow motion the jar fell and trapped me in a glass prison.

It seemed like an eternity it was no use punching the jar all it did was give me a bruised knuckle. I sat for what felt like hours just waiting for an escape route when… achoo! I sneezed like there was no tomorrow. The glass was coated in thick layer of my snot but I didn’t care my hands were glowing a light blue colour and started to tingle. Like in the spider man movies I pointed my hands at the glass and right in front of my eyes the glass shattered leaving me shocked.
“That, me, my hands, just, broke, oh my god.” I stuttered
I was honestly gobsmacked I had just witnessed magic and it had just come out of my plump hands like a bolt of lightning. I then hear the call
“lunch is ready”