User blog:Helena healing fairy/Winx Story Chapter 1

You probably saw my character's bio on my page, and wondered what her story was. Here it is, Chapter 1. BTW, I'm ignoring the events of Season 4.

Helena sat in on the windowsill, watching people walk by underneath her. She felt jealous of them, they were all normal, while she was a freak. She had been pulled out of school one day, when one of her friends had been cutting herself in the bathroom. When Helena had seen that, she grabbed her friend's wrist to stop her, and they both gasped. The cuts were gone, and so was the blood on the knife. The teachers came in, and Helena's friend had shoved her away, screaming "SHE'S A WITCH!" Helena felt tears stream down her cheeks as she remembered that day, and she wiped the tears away. "Helena! We're sending someone up to see you." called her mom. "If it's another doctor, I won't let them in!" Helena called back. She looked out at the sun, sobbing. She heard a magic puff behind her, and a lady she didn't know say. "Don't cry dear." Helena turned around. An old professor woman stood there. "Who are you?" Helena asked. "I am Ms. Faragonda. We've been looking for you forever, Helena." said Ms. Faragonda. "Are you a doctor?" Helena asked. "No, dear. I'm a teacher. I'm the Headmistress of a school called Alfea." responded Ms. Faragonda. "Is that a school for witches?" Helena asked. "No, that would be Cloud Tower. No, Alfea is a school for faeries. You are a fairy." Ms. Faragonda explained. "How do you know! I can't fly! I don't make flowers bloom beneath my feet! I'm not all glittery with large eyes! I'm just a... freak." Helena argued. "No dear, you're a faerie. It will take some time before you can fly, but you are a faerie. And only goddesses can make flowers bloom beneath their feet, and their not real." Ms. Faragonda said. Helena said nothing. "I will explain your past to you when the time comes. In the meantime, I suggust you pack. It's a long way to Alfea." Ms. Faragonda said, putting a comforting hand on Helena's shoulder. She shrugged it off, and went to get her suitcase.

That is chapter 1. The story will build up as the chapters pass. I don't write children stories, they always have teen themes in them. However, I'll avoid sex and bad language.