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Fairy Slippers: Fairy Senses
Fairy Slippers: Fairy Senses
Fairy Slippers: Fairy Senses
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Fairy Slippers: Fairy Senses

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Sunflower's always been good at everything.  But her brand new gymnastics slippers are throwing everything off, because they give her the sense of proprioception.

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Release dateAug 23, 2016
ISBN9781536571974
Fairy Slippers: Fairy Senses

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    Fairy Slippers - Emily Martha Sorensen

    Chapter One

    Sunflower pulled on her new gymnastics slippers.

    Oh, dear.  It looks like nobody else is wearing those.  They all have bare feet, her mother said fretfully.  I always wore slippers when I did gymnastics, but it looks like no one else is.  Maybe you should have bare feet, too?

    Ew, Sunflower said, wrinkling her nose.  I don’t want to put my feet where other people are putting theirs.  That sounds gross.  She thought about it for a minute.  I mean repellent.

    Sunflower . . . her mother said wearily.  Just because I got you that thesaurus for your birthday . . .

    You got her a thesaurus for her birthday? a father asked, turning around.  His young son was undoing the velcro from his sneakers.  It made a ripping sound.  Why would you do that?

    She asked for it, Sunflower’s mother said, rolling her eyes.

    And it’s improved my vocabulary astronomically! Sunflower said brightly.

    I see, the father said.

    "Sunflower, are you sure you don’t want to have bare feet, like the other kids out there?" her mother asked, hovering as Sunflower tugged off her shirt to reveal the leotard underneath.

    I have a predilection for hygiene, Sunflower said.

    I think the word you’re looking for is ‘preference.’  That’s not the way ‘predilection’ is used in a sentence.

    Sunflower stuck out her tongue.

    There was a momentary confusing sensation.  It felt like her tongue was still in her mouth, as well as sticking out in the air with the air conditioning vent blowing on it.  It was like having two tongues at once.  Sunflower whipped her tongue back.

    That was a bizarre sensation, she muttered.

    You know, it’s not too late to do ballet, her mother said hopefully.  I loved ballet when I was your age.  You don’t have to do gymnastics just because your brother is.

    "Mom, Sunflower complained.  I told you.  I want to do gymnastics because it’s a cool word.  Ballet is short and spelled weird."

    Her mother rubbed her forehead.  I thought you were joking about that.  Why would you make decisions based on how cool a word sounds?

    "Why would you not?" Sunflower returned.

    She hopped up to her feet.  Her slippers felt stiff, like new shoes usually did, so she tapped her right toe on the ground.

    Her foot was on her shoulder.

    Sunflower stumbled, losing her balance.  She caught herself against the wall just in time.  The feeling disappeared, and she was back to feeling her foot where she expected it to be.

    What was that?! she thought.

    It’s just that I don’t want you to get competitive again, Sunflower’s mother said.  If you’re going to be doing the same after-school activity as Davis, you can’t keep trying to one-up him.  Okay?

    Was my foot on my shoulder? Sunflower asked.

    Sunflower’s mother looked taken aback.  What?

    My foot.  It felt like it was on my shoulder.  Was it?

    No.  Now stop trying to change the subject!  Do you agree not to pester or compete against your brother?

    Yeah, yeah, Sunflower said, waving her hand.  Her mother always said that, as if it mattered at all.

    It felt like she had three hands, one sticking out of the back of her head.  Sunflower froze.

    Do I have three hands?! she squeaked.

    No, her mother said.  Now, I’m going to hold you to that!  If I hear you’ve been trying to show off, or imitate Davis, or bother him in any way . . .

    Sunflower tuned her out.  Her mother said the same thing all the time, and the third hand at the back of her head hadn’t gone away.  Now she felt like she was — holding something?  Bringing it up to her mouth . . . was she chewing?

    What are you doing? Sunflower’s mother said

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