From House to House

From House to House








Little Lindy Ross wasn’t like the other children















While her classmates Abigail and Fiona were playing with their Barbie dolls, Lindy sat by her window and thought. She would think all of the time, slipping into her own little universe. At school during recess, her classmates would be outside on the swings, swinging and screaming and giggling, while Lindy just sat inside and thought. She was a sweet girl, pretty and pleasant, yet at her age she should have been playing all day long with friends.




















The boys in her class would tease her, pester her and call her names. “Hey Ms. Grinch! Where are your friends? Oh wait we forgot, you don’t have any!” They would holler at her. Even her Mom was concerned, and would ask Lindy why she never invited girls over to play, or why she never went to the park. Lindy just would wander up to her room, sit by her window, and once again slip into her own little world.





















Lindy’s world was one without school and uniforms, one without Moms and Dads and ordinary life. It was one of pixies, elfin folk and goblins who rode on elephants that were 100 feet high. And it was one where everything was wild, and she, Lindy, would forever rule as queen of the wild. All day long Lindy would set up fairy traps in her back yard, at school she would doodle elves clothing and unicorns on her notebook when she was supposed to be learning multiplication.




















Lindy thought real school children were mean, boring bullies who all just wanted attention. She preferred magical children who would dance around her wild and beautiful throne. This is why she didn’t have any friends except the ones in her head. One afternoon Lindy walked home moping and angry at her classmates, resenting their childish games of freeze tag or capture the flag. She stomped up to her room, ignoring her mother’s concerned questions. She curled into a ball, started weeping, and cried and cried until she was so tired from crying that she blacked out.


















The next thing Lindy knew, a bright little bird was flapping around her room. As she looked closer, she realized that it was no normal bird, this was a beautiful fairy! The fairy buzzed up to her and said, “Greetings Lindy, my name is Wanda, and I’ve come to show you something.”























“What have you come to show me?” Lindy asked, awestruck.
“Well you see Lindy dear, you day dream about magic, about living in another world where everything is beautiful, but you don’t seem to realize the magic that exists here, in this world.”
“There is no magic that exists here.”
“Aha! That is where you are wrong. You have no friends because you can’t see anything special about them. You aren’t paying attention to the magic that happens in everyday life.”
“Where is the magic?”
Wanda smiled, took Lindy’s hand and said “That is what I’m here to show you!”

















And with that the two dove out the window, and flew through the night sky. It was amazing! Their first stop was a dance studio, where Lalinka, a girl in Lindy’s class was dancing. Lalinka was doing a soaring leap across the floor, jumping and stretching her legs out ‘til she looked like an eagle. “See, this here is magic. This girl is flying. Flying is magic, beautiful magic.” Wanda said. And Lindy understood.





















Next they went to a garden, where two more of her classmates, Billy and Johnny were running around trying to catch fireflies in clear jars. They managed to get some, and ran around the garden with their glowing lanterns in hand. “Look!” said Wanda. “They are creating light. That is magic, isn’t it?” Lindy nodded her head, understanding.





















Then they flew to Annie Franklin’s house, where she was hosting a sleepover for some of the other girls in Lindy’s class. The girls were playing a game of hide and seek. They hid under beads, in cabinets, went outside and camouflaged themselves in shrubs and bushes. It looked like fun. “Ah! See!” Wanda exclaimed. “They are making themselves invisible. This is extremely magical!”





















And on and on they went, flying around from house observing and appreciating all the wonders of the world, until they had visited all the children in Lindy’s class. “Last but not least, I’m going to show you the most powerful magic of all: the magic of love. Now we don’t have love in fairy world. Not like it is here. I want you to see how lucky you are, that you have this love all around you!”

So Wanda took her home, and Lindy asked “Aren’t you going to show me love?”

“Just look through your windows!”

















So Lindy looked and she saw her mother folding her clothes, and cooking Lindy a meal. Lindy finally saw all the little signs that her mother loved her more than anything else. The meal was spaghetti with meat balls, Lindy’s absolute favorite. The aroma filled her nostrils, and she knew that she lived surrounded by love. So Lindy blew Wanda a kiss, said goodbye and flew through her window back into bed and fell back asleep.




















The next day when she woke up, Lindy went to school and giggle and screamed with the other children during recess. She sat with them at lunch, complimented Lalinka on her dancing, and asked Annie when her next sleepover was.

When she got home she ran straight into her mother’s arms, telling her all about her day. She felt the magic here, and she didn’t want to feel it anywhere else.







The End