Poor, poor Lemondrop. (Everyone referred to her by her surname, just as well really, no one really thought her worth any more than a magipenny, yet alone a pearl.) "Where is it Lemondrop? I SAID WHERE IS IT??" Bellowed Mango, tossing her linen pillows as if they were Lemondrop herself. Funny, she enjoyed torturing me passionatly whenever given the chance, however when i'ld felt the slightest bit unhappy by anyone, she'ld be so angry that--Words can't discribe. I would of never "told tales" (as Grace called it), on poor pearl, but obviously California had been Mango's little pet, and even Mercedes didnt dare stick up for her, unless she wanted that little tail of hers pulled.

Shaking like she'ld actually ate a lemon, Pearl manged a mumbling "I'm s-sorry Meridith!"
Mango's eyes burnt red as fire! I pulled my hands over my face, not wanting to see the upcoming events.....even though i was sure what would happen:
She didnt need to scream it, she didnt need to shout it, all she did was slowly, ever so slowly, pull her face closer to Lemondrop's ear and in a tone as sharp as swords whispered "Dont ever call me meridith."
She then continued her search, minus the threatening voice and disrespect for the few pocessions Lemodrop owned. Finally, she looked in her sock draw, to un cover, three winx dolls mummified in tissue paper and silver ribbons..... "Aha!" she passed me back my dolls, but i was still upset- Where was my layla doll? I started searching too, suddenly not caring for that thief anymore ( i was such a hypocrite!), i looked almost as frantically as Mango was, untill, i looked the thief in the eye "Where did you put my layla doll?" I said bluntly. She slowly went to a beautiful gypsy box in the far corner, painted with navy blue qoutes from....Her mum and dad? "I love you Pearl- Mum." "I promise we wont leave.- Dad." I was used to type 4s writing letters to their parents beyond the grave, i often wrote to rosemary as if she would reply, but a child writing herself a REPLY. That was slightly depressing. And ive seen a lot of depressing things in four years. most occuring in the fourth. She payed no attention to my risen eyebrows and turned the key as if she made herself believe it was her parents reply herself. I quickly learnt that pity can transform itself into joy, when i saw layla, on a soft satin pillow (with neon pink sequins) and of course a golden ribbon. I snatches her quickly, hugging her tightly.
Meridith smiled, ertainly pleased with herself. She thought this issue had been resolved, and she could go back to getting me to smuggle for her....I thought likewise, as if i was to smuggle forever.
But forever is a very long time, and time has a way of changing things.
*****
"I saw what you did Mango!" Mercedes fangs gleamed, but her expression was storm. "How could you steal from a house, even if Cally was with you! And veevee....Im suprised in you!"
It was outside in the world most dull courtroom, with raindrops falling like silver ballerinas, but we did not stop at stare at the contrast, i just hid behind mango, i expected her to get mad, all over again, her temper working somewhat like dynomite. Anything could be the trigger though...."Some friend you turned out to be, if your gonna tell grace." She put her hands on her hips. She knew this arguement wasnt going to get Mercedes mad enough to fall into her trap if she didn't add "Cat face."
Arching her back and hissing, Mercedes sprang into the air like a spring, as she flew through the air showing much more bird qaulities than a cat, she...She, no, she couldnt have? Could she? The the never ending crowd of girl from type one to six fell silent. Mercedes did it- she lunged at her, she really lunged at her, her claws digging into Mango's black leather, "gold" studded designer bag (No need to ask where she got her bag from!) "Mercedes!" I whispered.....She didnt have to do this for me...She probally wasnt, and simply just thought my actions immoral (Quite rightly so) and needed to put it straight...
Mango summoned her powers, as a ash-red mist stung mercedes horribly. (I wonder wheather Mango was actually a witch all this time and lied about her fairy inheritance?) She hissed with pain, before repeating her first action. Suddenly grace ran into the courtyard, not even bothering to close the door behind her!
As quickly as a wind and air fairy flies, Grace whispered "California, can ya please tell me wot is goin' on?" (Her voice still didnt do her name justice, so Cally sturggled not to smile, instead her eyes took on a sad look instead of a humoured one) "It was all Mercedes! Poor Mango was just playing with Veevee and mercedes LUNGED at her."
Grace tried to settle the girls, but BOTH of them couldn't stop their clockwork violence....Instead she turned to me- "Veevee, Mercedes and Meridith are best friends, an't they?"

To be continued. (PS feel free to breath a sigh of relief, the depressing part of my tale is almost over. In fact, my tale so far is nearly half over, and the second half takes on a whole new vibe.....A telepaxian vibe.)