The Whispers of The Sprite (The Whispers series #1) by Joanna Mazurkiewicz Read Free Book Online Page B

young. No one believes in fairies nowadays and I was one of those people who didn't believe until today. I should be proud of myself for experiencing this. I am the first human that he has ever spoken to; this makes me feel special somehow and this whole new sensation is exciting.
     
    I close my eyes with the hope that I will eventually fall asleep, as tomorrow I have lectures to attend. Likewise, I have to prepare myself for the challenge of seeing preternatural creatures from fairy tales from this day forward. A few weeks ago, my life was boring but normal; today I am convinced that it won't be normal again for a while.
     
    A few hours later when I wake up I call Mum, ignoring a missed call from George. Mum doesn't answer. I assume that she is still working, so I text her to say that everything is all right and I am feeling much better.
     
    George hasn’t shown any sign of interest in the past few weeks despite my relocation and recent attack . We had shared a few passionate nights together, but after that it's always the same. He vanishes for a few weeks, leaving me crying under my pillow and hating myself for falling for him again. I am his mistress who he always comes back to when he feels lonely.
     
    My heart starts to beat faster when I think about George, but the feeling fades away quickly when my subconscious reminds me about the perfect Sprite who visited me a few hours ago. In this bright, early morning, my situation doesn't change; the meeting in the night still took place and I am still able to see creatures that don't exist. The handsome Sprite is striking, but he isn't a human and I have to be careful. The doctor said that I was close to death. I've often heard stories about people who saw the light at the end of the tunnel, but I don't recall having that experience while I was unconscious. I sincerely hope that my life will return to normality.
     
    Taking a shower allows me to forget the abnormality and concentrate on the tasks ahead. My timetable shows me that Hollywood: Representation of American Culture is one of the first classes today. Amy is probably going to sleep late and we will be rushing to go out. My mobile starts ringing again. I am hoping that it is my mother, but unfortunately, the screen is showing a smiley picture of George. I don't answer. I wasn't thinking about him until this morning.
     
    I go downstairs to make breakfast and switch on the TV. Around 9 o'clock, Amy appears in the living room looking half asleep, wearing her most colourful range of clothing. I rescue her with a cup of coffee and a few minutes later, we leave the house. On the street, I am expecting to see a familiar face, but surprisingly there is no sign of any unexpected creatures around at this time in the morning. The sun is shining; it appears that the rain lost the battle, but the temperature is cool. Somehow I feel hopeful that maybe I lost my ability during the night. My life is back on track apart from the morning phone call from the ex-boyfriend.
     
    However, all the excitement and positive energy fade away when I see more Sprites on the street. It’s not as though they are following people, but they seem to be always there, watching and observing. I haven't noticed the Sprite that spoke to me yesterday. Walking through the streets where I am able to see creatures that don't exist makes me feel surreal and special. The walk through the park is challenging, as I have to pretend that I am not able to see anything extraordinary. Sometimes I am able to catch Sprites speaking to humans as if they were trying to broadcast a message to them; however, no one seems to notice their presence. Finally, after a fifteen-minute walk, we reach the university.  
     
    A familiar face distracts me from my deep thoughts; the handsome, proud Sprite that visited me last night is waiting outside the lecture theatre. I sigh, knowing that he is waiting for me. His eyes are following me, but I can't look at him. When Amy and I pass