Interview with Ivy Thorn

That I’m awesome.

*) “Oh yeah? Awesome, huh?”

And I like to eat fried chicken with rice, but it has to be the sticky kind of rice.

*) “Any friends yet? I know you guys just moved into a new place. How do you like this area?”

Dunno. I haven’t really had a chance to look.

*) “Tell me about your dad. You two seem pretty close.”

My dad is awesome. (He gets it from me.) He started running for military training when I was pretty young. (8, I think.) And he fell in love with it. So of course, I thought it would be pretty cool to run, too. That’s how we hang out. We’ll go out and run 3 miles on Saturdays.

*) “Not your typical father-daughter hangout, really. But I guess you’ll say you’re not your typical daughter. You’re too awesome for that?”

What do fathers and daughters normally do? I’m not really a tea party kind of girl.

*) “So let me follow your story so far. You get stuck in the middle of the woods by yourself, miles away from civilization, all in the blink of an eye. Magic’ed away to who-knows-where. What was going through your head?”

Mostly, “This sucks” is what was going through my head. That, and I didn’t want to give that pixie the satisfaction of seeing me when I was confused. I was still trying to figure everything out. Maybe that’s why I tripped so much.

*) Do you make a habit out of getting lost like that? Forgive me, but you do seem like the type to have a bit of a temper.”

Yeah, I have a temper. But it’s a lot easier to stomp through the house to my room than it is to run through an enchanted forest that WANTS to trip you.

*) “What’s the deal with this pixie? You didn’t seem very impressed. Aren’t they dangerous?”

I don’t take crap from anybody, especially when they’re standing (or floating) there making fun of me. I got mad. You would too, if you were getting ready to curl up in a warm bed and suddenly you’re surrounded by the creepiest woods ever.

*) “Did the thought ever cross your mind to beat the stuffing out of the little guy?”

If I could reach him, I would have. Don’t think I haven’t tried. But the little creeper can fly, so there’s not a whole lot I can do. But I’m determined. Unfortunately for him, I don’t like it when people mess with me.

*) “That’s a pretty serious game he put you in. Personally, I can’t say I’d want to play a game with something bigger than me that has razor-sharp teeth.”

You mean Beast? He’s supposed to be a sweetheart, isn’t he? Sort of a big teddy bear? Haha, yeah he looks scary. Heck, he IS scary. Fortunately for me, I’m a fast runner.

*) “I guess I’m deluded by Disney movies. To me, he doesn’t seem like your everyday, warm-and-fuzzy beast.”

Well, you’ll just have to wait and see. I don’t want to give anything away, but I will say that Beast is prone to mood swings even worse than mine.

*) “Middle of a dark and enchanted forest. Massive, snarling, fang-laced beast breathing hot air in your face. Devil-may-care pixie doing his best to pull your strings. Be honest with me. How scared were you?”

Put it this way: it would have been nice to have my mom with me.

*) “If Ms. Casey were here right now, what would you want to tell her after she put you through all this mayhem?”

Ms. Casey is pretty cool, but then she has to go and make things difficult. I’d probably demand a happily ever after. Goodness knows I’ve earned it.