Consigned to it.

You glinted at the sun peeking through the window, then your body. You were stumped.

Should you complain?

You wearily turned your head to the fairy above your shoulder. You could see she was confused. You knew she had questions. Was she being polite? Or couldn't she ask? It seemed she was bonded to you.

Maybe that was the key.

You once again looked over your clothing, you sighed. Screw it. It's not like you have anything to be ashamed of. You'll just blame it on the fairy, if anyone asks.

Heh..

A devilish smile morphed upon your lips.

Teach her to pinch your nose!

"Let's go," you resumed your walk downstairs to the kitchen. You could hear sounds of movement. That must be your mother.

It had always just been the two of you, your father having skipped out of town. Something about going out for milk and cigarettes, you remembered. You thought there was a joke in there somewhere. But that always eluded you.

Perhaps too close to the action to see all the angles maybe. Anyway, your stomach growled as you turned the corner into the kitchen.