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All Willow Doyle wants is to be normal, to fit in at her new school, and to have a best friend. But there#x19;s no way Willow will ever be normal. There isn#x19;t anything normal about her or the Doyle family. Willow comes from a long line of fairy godmothers and she#x19;s expected to be one too when the time comes. (At the moment she#x19;s merely sprite status.) Maybe that would be cool if it were like the old days when the humans -- known as humdrums -- knew fairy godmothers existed and the fairies didn#x19;t have to keep their fairy status secret. Now they#x19;re stuck helping humans who don#x19;t even believe in them. Rather than help normals, Willow would rather be human. She#x19;s sick of being weird. When she's given the chance to attend a humdrum elementary school for two weeks, this is Willow's chance to finally experience a normal life -- but will she be able to fit in? And can she find her best friend there, even if her parents discourage making friends with humans?

Eileen Cook spent most of her teen years wishing she were someone else or somewhere else, which is great training for a writer. She is the author of The Almost Truth, Unraveling Isobel, The Education of Hailey Kendrick, Getting Revenge on Lauren Wood, and What Would Emma Do? as well as the Fourth Grade Fairy series. She lives in Vancouver with her husband and dogs. Visit her at EileenCook.com.

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One

Why having an older sister is a pain:

I can think of a lot more reasons, but I would need more paper. Everyone is always surprised to find out Lucinda is my sister. This is because stuff has never spilled on her shirt and her hair never sticks up. She always remembers to say thank you, please, and excuse me. My sister always has her homework done on time, she never snorts when she laughs. Oh, and she can fly.

My sister is a pain.

I lay underneath the hedge in front of my school so I could peek out onto the sidewalk. There was large sign announcing COTTINGLEY FAIRY ACADEMY: TRAINING SPRITES IN THE ART OF FAIRY GODMOTHERING SINCE 1254. Of course the sign was enchanted, so when any humans looked over all they saw was the brass plaque that said cottingley privateschool in front of a small brick building. Our actual school was the size of a castle, but obviously that would stick out, so it was enchanted too.

A group of kids were coming. I hunkered down so they wouldn’t see me. It was the same group that walked by every morning on the way to their school. I’d been studying them since the summer. As a fairy godmother to-be, I was focused on learning all about humans, or humdrums as we called them, even though I was still only sprite status 2. It was important if I was going to be able to grant wishes someday.

“Willow? What are you doing down there?” My sister wrinkled up her nose. “Your clothes are getting all dirty.”

I spun around to glare at her. Why did my sister have to be so nosy and so loud? I motioned for her to be quiet. The girl named Miranda was in the middle of all of her friends. I scribbled down in my notebook what she was wearing.

“Are you spying on them?” Lucinda asked loud enough so they turned around to look as they went by. I scooted out from under the hedge quickly and whacked against the school sign. I stood up, brushing off my shirt. There was a big grass stain on the sleeve.

“I told you you’d get dirty.” Lucinda crossed her arms. She was only thirteen, but she acted like she was all grown up. “Why don’t you read about Humdrums in books like everyone else?”

“I like them; they’re interesting.”

Another girl wandered by, singing out loud with her music player. She would take a couple steps, stop and do a shimmy dance, and then start walking again. Her outfit had every color in the rainbow. Lucinda looked at me with one eyebrow raised.