PhantomNayru

She was your ordinary person. She had an ordinary home. She even had an ordinary last name. But what she was about to find out was that she was anything but ordinary. She was Part Pixie. But not just any pixie... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She looked in the mirror. It was early on a Monday morning, and time to get to school. "I, Chartreuse Elizabeth Smith, will smile at least once today." She said to her reflection. Then she shook her head. "Who am I kidding?" a blank look resumed on her face. She was 18 years old, and only 4 feet 9 inches tall. She had brown hair that she pulled bac