The Fairy God: Part 1
School Yard Blues:
November 11, 2012
Several loud metallic clangs echoed through the halls. “Connor!? Connor? Where are you?” Ben was asking.
He’d been looking for his friend, for about an hour, searching the halls for his friend.
“I’m in here…” came a dejected groan from a locker at the end of the hall. Ben sprinted to the source of the sound yelling, “Connor?! Oh my god, how’d this happen?” With one mighty pull Ben ripped the locker door off it’s hinges revealing a small student wedged comfortably at the base of the locker.
“Hey Ben… your uh… your jacket is open again” he muttered a little embarrassed.
Connor knew the drill. He raised his hand up and Ben pulled him up, letting him escape the locker with ease. When they were both on their feet Ben repeated, “Now how did this happen?” Connor’s head faced down as tears began to run down his eyes. “Oh, Connor” Ben said quickly embracing his friend. Connor just sighed. His head was now placed right against Ben’s firm pecs. As their embrace ended, he looked up at his friend. His friend that over the last year managed to grow an extra foot of height. His friend that apparently took up weightlifting to get such an awesome body. A friend who he now looked more like the jocks who’d shoved him in that locker almost an hour ago.
“I-I… how do you think I got there?” Connor added with a bit of resentment. “It was Tony and those other guys. You know they always picked on us whenever I couldn’t get a ride home and had to stay late. At least you used to before you got all…” He could only gesture at his friend’s godly physique. “Connor I-“ Ben tried to say before Connor continued. “I know! I know! You had your community service thingy to do after school and what kind of jerk would I be if I told you not to follow your dream of helping people? What kind of selfish asshole would I be to tell you to stay here and get bullied right alongside me, huh? I mean look, you only started working at that place like a year ago and you’re like an entirely different person! I mean you obviously work out now, and that growth spurt made you taller than my dad! And you’ve even got friends besides me now and-“ Connor had to stop and catch is breath.
“I’m… I’m sorry Ben. Here you are saving me once again from those guys and I’m here yelling at you. You don’t deserve this… just go back to helping the town. I’m probably only good for holding you back and… are you crying?” Connor had been so busy ranting about his problems that he didn’t realize his strong faced, 6’3, and muscled friend was now bawling his eyes out. His sobs came out as deep gasps of breath as his baritone voice made his cries echo throughout the halls.
“COONNNOOR! I’m sooo sorry!” he managed to say, liquid flowing out of his eyes faster than either had ever seen. “Ben! Please, it’s ok! I was just in one of my moods, you’re…. you’re…. flooding the floor? How are you doing this?!” Ben quickly gasped as the water instantly vanished. He swiftly composed himself, and with water still in his eyes he said. “Connor. I’ve been a horrible friend and it’s about time I told you the truth. At the beginning of the year I met this guy and he… he said he was a fairy!”
“Ben… I don’t want to ruin this emotional moment, but he may have been using a euphemism.”
“No! This was different. He said he had these powers to change the world, to change people! He saw how hard I was trying to help the town, and knew a kid couldn’t do it on his own so….”
Connor looked at his oddly. “So what?”
“So he gave me this body! He made me go from basic high schooler to mature hunk. Now when I try to organize community events people can go to them. When I plan a park cleaning day, people participate! I spent so much time trying bit by bit to shape our town into a better place… that I forgot why I started doing this in the first place. It was because of you. You’re right, I haven’t been there when you’ve been bullied lately. I knew that it was happening, and I selfishly put my own plans to shape the world over my friend who taught me that even when you’re pushed in a locker you never give up! Even today! I only knew you were even in this area because you wouldn’t stop banging on the locker door!”
Connor didn’t know what to say. “I never…. I didn’t think just me would inspire you to do so much good. What you did wasn’t selfish Ben. I’d much rather have you help the town than just be bullied along side me.” The two blushed.
Ben broke the silence by saying, “And that’s why you deserve this.” At that point a loud flash appeared and standing before Ben wasn’t the injured high school student he’d known, but a very handsome man.
“What was that?” Connor yelled. His once pre pubescent voice now came out as a smooth baritone. “That is the power of the fairy god!” Ben smirked. “That guy… he used it to turn me into a mature high school student to lead the community!” He gestured to his own body once more. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I was the guy in our class or how I could get a body like this without ever working out?” Connor was speechless. “Anyway, it’s a long story. The short of it is that this is a power passed down from person to person. It’s given to individuals who were dealt an unfair hand at life, so that they could make their world a better place. It’s your power now and it looks like your desires have changed you into…. Like some sort of male model? Look at those arms man!”
Connor just laughed. “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m just a teacher and…. I’m a teacher? Of course the memories are all coming through. I’m a teacher at this school. One of the youngest ones here and I… I teach an after school program that advocates for inter student communications to stop bullying! How is any of this possible!?” Ben tapped Connor’s now large head. “Give it a sec, you’ll figure it out.”
“Oh my gosh…” Connor said, as info raced through his head. “You weren’t kidding. I know everything about the Fairy God… I. That’s me now. I’m tasked with making the world a better place and my desires shaped me into a teacher because I knew how important it was for the kids here to learn to be better. Ben… I don’t know how I can thank you.”
The two friends smiled at each other. “Just give me a good letter of rec when I apply to an Ivy League, okay teach?” They shared a hearty laugh. “Of course young Benjamin. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got an afterschool program to run. Good luck with your community service!”
And so the two went their separate ways. Mr. Connor would go on to being a great teacher at the school.