(oops, forgot to post this 
)7 YEARS AGO...
It was a quiet evening and Ramona Jackson had just lost her last baby tooth. She set it under her pillow so that the tooth fairy would come and grant her wish. Earlier that night, she kneeled by her bedside, praying for the tooth fairy to take her to the fairy world, away from the terrible foster home she lived in.
For the first time in years, Ramona slept excited for what tomorrow may bring in this house.
The morning sun began to seep in through the windows, and the eleven-year old woke to the sound of birds chirping. Fluttering her eyes, she jolted up from her pillow and clasped her hands together, yearning for something special under her pillow. “Please, please, please.” She whispered to herself before she placed a hand over the pillow and removed it so fast that it nearly flew across the room.
Everybody inside the house could hear the scream that erupted. All the other foster girls were waken up. There were crickets everywhere! Underneath Ramona’s pillow, on her covers, and even on the floor. They were all over her. Some of the other girls had pulled a nasty prank on her. Her screams faded as the rise of laughter began building from the other girls in the house, who were standing at the doorway, pointing at her in jeer.
“Look at her!” One cried. “We got her good!” Another hooted. As they all began to tease her, tears began to form in Ramona’s eyes, but she bit her lip to hold them in. “Hey! Why don’t we call her Cricket?” One of the girls struck, and the others all in unison laughed and pointed. “Cricket! Cricket!”
The uproarious chiming of “Cricket! Cricket!” kept getting louder and louder, and Ramona could no longer hold her tears back. Ramona jumped out of bed and out of the room, pushing past the girls and running outside, not turning back.
She let the hot salty tears collapse down her face as she ran, sniffling. “The tooth fairy isn’t real.” she repeated to herself under her breath. “Fairytales aren’t real.” She didn’t even see where she was running and didn’t hear the loud horn of a semi-trailer truck blast heading right towards her.
CRASH! There was the sound of a large slam and many pedestrians began running towards the scene, thinking the girl was run over. When they arrived, however, they saw her fist on the large truck, leaving an enormous dent, destroying the engine. All Ramona could see were the stunned faces of the other foster girls through her teary vision. Ramona removed her hand immediately and stared at it.
What was she?
