Here there were only girls in myclass. They would call me names, giggle and point at me. Those tauntsof faggot still haunt my nightmares. They were...jealous because I was abetter dancer than any of them. They took to calling me a girl wannabe,and spread the rumor around school that I was gay. They frequentlyexchanged my black tights for pink ones. Once they even stuffed a tamponinto my locker. Dance class became a matter of survival." It all came to a head the summer before high school. . ===================================>CHAPTER 2: MY YeaR oF SPiRaLiNG AGoNY===================================>JANUARY:The new year was rung in with an evil laugh...I spent my days in service to Martinette's every whim, and nights lockedin the closet, while from the basement came the sounds of hammering,drilling, sawing and what might have been blasting with dynamite.At last the basement was ready and I as I was led down there in myshackles I felt a mixture of curiousity and deep dread. It was. As I waited in the living room I pulled my plug out and pushed it in over and over until 10pm came and I heard a knock at the door. Excited I rushed to the door and unlocked it. I greeted him and invited him in. Daddy arrived with his overnight bag and a bottle of jack daniels. He set his stuff down and gave me a hug and a kiss. I checked him out as he he looked at me and my outfit. He was wearing boots with wrangler Jean's and black button up, his muscular chest dad belly poping out. He. In most homes, small cakes soaked in honey would be the special treatfor the night. In the Court of King Conall, the festivities would bequite a bit larger.As Princess Cordelia watched her husband empty the silver cup, shenoticed the strange visitors sitting in the window. Like many woman inher family, she had a touch of the sight.It didn't manifest very often, as a young child she sometimes would seeelementals playing in the rivers and woods. So upon discovering threeSylphs sitting on the.