Fairy Lunchbox: Fairy Senses, #7

By Emily Martha Sorensen

When Georgina finds a magical lunchbox, she thinks she's going to get the sense of fairy taste!  But instead, she gets hunger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Martha Sorensen
• Release date: Sep 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536507027

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Chapter One

Georgina wished it would stop raining.  She glared out the kitchen window as it kept pouring down.

Here you go, her mother said, crawling out of the kitchen closet.  There was flour on her knees from where it had spilled.  I found your rain boots!

Georgina stared at the boots gloomily.  They were pink and had flowers on them, which was fine, but they were also too small.  She wanted new ones, but she didn’t want to ask her parents to buy them.  They were always saying money was a problem, and she didn’t need boots that often.

Georgina’s mother crawled up to her feet and brushed strands of hair out of her face.  She glanced at the countertop.  That’s odd, she murmured.  I thought I put your lunchbox in your backpack.  Here.  She pulled Georgina’s lunchbox off the counter and handed it to her.

Thanks, Georgina said, taking it.  It felt lighter than usual, and she shook it.

Her mother gasped, facing the window.  Oh no!  The bus is here!  Get your boots on and get out there, quickly!

Georgina crammed her feet into her boots and raced out the door, leaving it wide open behind her.

Don’t forget to shut the door! her mother called after her.

Georgina glanced both ways, and dashed across the street, splashing through puddles.  The bus driver was nice, and waited for her.

Georgina panted as she reached the bus stop, and the bus door opened.

Late start? the bus driver asked.

Georgina nodded, too out of breath to answer.

The bus driver chuckled.  You’re not the only one who’s run for the bus today.  I think some of them waited to go outside until they saw me coming.  It’s really pouring.

Georgina nodded.

I saved you a seat! Viola called from the back of the bus, waving.

Georgina made her way back there, swinging her lunchbox, and plopped next to her friend.  Viola was wearing a rain coat, and she had a soggy umbrella lying on the floor by her feet.  Her arms and legs were still soaking wet, though.

I got a new toy! Viola said excitedly, as the bus lurched forward, rolling through a puddle, and a spray of muddy water hit the window.  Do you want to see?

Uh huh, Georgina said, settling in.  She put the lunchbox on her lap, and her wet backpack on the floor beside her.

Look! Viola cried.  She pulled a stuffed mermaid from her pocket.  It was a little damp.  I’m going to name her Fishytail McMermaid!

Wow! Georgina said, with a stab of jealousy.  Are your parents going to get the others?

Viola’s eyes widened.  There are others?

 . . .Yeah? Georgina said slowly.  Didn’t Viola pay attention to the toy commercials?  They watched the same shows.  There’s a whole set.

Wow! Viola cried.  I’ll have to ask them!  Ooh, or even better — you can get half, and I can get half, and then we’ll play together!

Georgina’s heart fell.  U-um, sure, she stammered.

She hadn’t even gotten new clothes in six months, and those had been hand-me-downs from her cousins.  But she couldn’t tell her friends that.

Or we can ask Sunflower to get them! Georgina added, inspired.  And then we’ll all play together!

Viola scrunched up her nose.  Sunflower’s toys always tell my toys the definitions of big long words, she complained.

Georgina giggled.  It was true.

You’re much more fun, Viola said.  You come up with great voices.  And Bianca’s toys are so sarcastic, which is funny —

Bianca’s not fun anymore, Georgina said sharply.  She’s mean and horrible.  Remember?

Oh, Viola said.  Yeah.

Georgina kicked the seat in front of her.  Sunflower