“I’m so glad school is almost over with today. My 2nd period teacher kept complaining about my butterflies.” Your best friend, Yara, closed her locker after getting her materials for her next class. She was a fairy, with the powers of manipulating plants, lights and butterflies. “It’s not my fault that I basically attract them,” She smiled as a butterfly landed in her hair, her green wings shinning under the sun. “It’s just in my nature.” She chuckled a bit.