*Hmm, I don't know what number this is but I don't feel like checking either. So here is my story! I apologize in advance for the switching between focus.... ^_^ Please add on to it and tell me if you hate it or not. xD*
“No!” she cried, reaching for the notebook. Bryan Sanders had it held over his head, taunting her. He laughed, and decided to open the notebook. “Dear Diary,” he said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. “Today Andrew actually talked to me. Oh my gosh, I almost died! Andrew is so nice, cute, and smart. He would never judge a girl just because she is a total klutz and a braniac. That’s what I love about Andrew.”
Andrew, who was walking by in the crowded hallway, kept his head down and blushed.
“Please!” the girl yelled, fighting tears.
Three pretty girls walked past. “Whatever,” Bryan said, already picking new targets.
The girl (whose name was Abby) sniffled as she picked up her notebook and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. What she did know was that in about twenty minutes everyone would be laughing about her desperate obsession with Andrew. What she did not know was that a couple yards away someone was watching her.
…
“I don’t see why I’m doing this,” she murmured into the device. “She’s just an everyday nerd with no friends and no life. If everyone was running to their rescue, the people with real problems would never get any wishes.”
“Just trust me,” said the voice coming from the device. “She has potential.”
“For what?”
“This is your last chance. You remember what happened last time. Don’t ruin it.”
…
Abby zipped up the zipper of her blue hoodie and walked a little faster down the hall. It was a day after the Diary Fiasco, and everyone was buzzing about freaky Abby and her undying love for Andrew, who was clearly Sandra’s crush and therefore her property. She had been smart that day and had left the diary at home, but now she longed for it more than ever. That, and her black lab, Sugar. Abby slipped into class just before the bell rang and sat at her desk, head down. A note landed on her desk.
meet me during lunch . on the lawn dont miss it
She looked around from under her dark brown bangs, wondering who had sent it. “Probably some person playing a prank on me. But just in case....I should probably go. I’ll check it out before hand and if it’s safe, I’ll meet whoever it could be.”
…
She tapped her foot, growing impatient. “Where is she?! I know they are slow, but still. If she doesn’t arrive in 5 minutes, I’m leaving.”
…
Abby checked out every person on the lawn. It probably wasn’t one of the popular girls who were flirtatiously throwing grass at the popular boys. It wasn’t that likely that it was the group of quiet kids who read while eating and occasionally listened to their Mp3 players and iPods. The boys that had burping and chugging contests while making towers of bologna didn’t look too promising. Abby sighed, thinking it was definitely a prank. Then she spotted a girl. She was very pretty, with dirty-blonde hair tied in a messy bun, icy blue eyes, a white and pink shirt, and a denim skirt. The girl had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot impatiently, her eyes darting around. When she saw Abby, she tried her best to smile (it almost looked like her lips would crack) and motioned for Abby to come over with her hand. Abby walked over, looking down and hoping that this wasn’t a prank and maybe the girl would want to become friends.
…
“There you are,” she said, hoping her smile looked believable. “We need to talk.” She looked around, and noticed that some people were listening in. “Somewhere private. Now.”
“Um, I know where we could go,” Abby said, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. She hated when they did that. It was such a stupid gesture. “Ok, well then let’s go.”
Abby led her through the halls and into the library. They walked towards the corner of the room, to a table that was behind a row of books. “So….what is it? That you wanted?”
“My name is….” She racked her brain for a girl’s name. “Madison. I’m new here, and need someone to show me around. You know, teach me about the school? And it kind of looked like you had it all together, so I was thinking that person could be you.”
A look of excitement crossed Abby’s face. It was a struggle for Madison to not roll her eyes. “Anyway, I’m coming to your house today. I already have a pass from the principal saying I can ride your bus. Bye.” Madison picked up her bag, and left the library leaving Abby to wonder if she had just made a new friend or enemy.
…
Madison arrived at Abby’s house and rang the doorbell nonstop until her very annoyed mother opened the door with a wailing baby on her hip. “Oh, hello. You must be Abby’s friend.” An excited look was in her eyes and she pumped Madison’s arm up and down several times. “Come in, come in. Abby’s in her room; just go up the stairs and find the second door on your right.” Madison walked up to Abby’s bedroom and found her reading The Hobbit. She sat in the pink swivel chair and said, “Do you have any friends?”
Abby put her book down. “Well…..I used to have a best friend. But she dumped me for other friends and they made fun of me a lot. So I guess it caught on.”
“Uh huh.” Madison rolled her eyes when Abby wasn’t looking.
“Humans. Them with their drama. Where I come from, friends stay friends.”
“So, who was your best friend?” Madison asked.
“Donnah.”
“Donnah? Isn’t she one of the Hope clones?”
“Yeah, it’s kinda funny because she used to hate her guts. But they went to volleyball camp together…”
Madison looked at the pictures on the wall of Abby and Donnah hugging each other, eating on different sides of a spaghetti string, and making funny faces. She tried not to gag.
For a couple minutes there was an awkward silence as they looked at each other, but then Madison sighed. “It’s either now or never.”
“It’s time,” Madison coughed into her ‘watch.’
“No!” The voice whispered, but Madison drowned it out with a fake sneeze.
Abby got up. “Are you sick? Do you need a Kleenex? My mom has some cough…”
She was interrupted when Madison pulled out a brown book from her bag and put it in Abby’s lap. “Read it, it will explain everything. I have to leave. Now.”
“Already? But…” Her brown eyes widened.
“Yeah, now. Later.” And with that, Abby was left alone once again with her books.
…
Abby opened the dog-eared book to some very yellowed pages.
What you are about to read is classified. Do not try to tell anyone, they won’t believe you. If you would rather your life stay the way it is as of now, please close this book and return it to where you got it from.
The next page was blank, as if it were waiting for you to decide.
If you are indeed reading this, there is one thing you must know. You are a child that has been selected from our ‘team.’ They decide which children need help the most and which fairy (that’s right, fairy) is suitable to help them. Believe it or don’t, it makes no difference to us. Whoever gave you this is a fairy that can grant you as many wishes as you want, for a week. But there’s a catch. The wishes can only be about you. You can not wish harmful or helpful things on someone else, only yourself. Use the wishes wisely.
Abby gaped at the book, and then threw it onto the floor and covered it with a blanket, feeling as if it were watching her. She thought that had to be a practical joke. But something about the book did feel weird. Even though it looked really thick, it was only a couple paragraphs! Yet it seemed like she had flipped through the whole thing.
“Fairies aren’t real! Wait, the book said whoever gave me the book was a fairy. But Madison can’t be a fairy. She is a 12 year old girl like me. And she doesn’t have any wings. But then again, in some of my fantasy books they don’t have wings. Although in some of those books they’re demons, but that’s not the point…”
Truth be told, she started freaking out. “Only one way to figure this out. I have to find Madison tomorrow.”
…
Abby had been trying to get her attention all day, but all Madison did was write a note that said lunch.
At lunch, they sat together. “What?” Madison asked, already knowing the questions that were sure to come.
“What is this all about?!” Abby yell-whispered, shoving the book into Madison’s lap. “Is this a practical joke because if it is I’m leaving.”
“The truth?”
“Yeah, the truth.”
“It’s not a joke. Everything in there is completely true, and I am what you’re thinking I am right now.”
Abby’s hand flew to her forehead. “You can read minds?”
“No, I just know how you people are so well.”
“Swear?”
“I don’t feel like taking an oath for your kind. Are you in or out? This is all for you, you know.”
Abby thought over it. She was the kind that always wished on hers and others birthday candles, and believed that four leaf clovers were lucky. But this was different.
“I’m in. But if I find out this is a joke, I’m leaving that very second.”
“Sure, you can get out of it. Do whatever you want. We’ll meet at the mall. I want to try a strawberry smoothie.”
“You’ve never had one before?”
“No. Is there something wrong with that?” She challenged Abby with her eyes.
“No…” Abby wondered why Madison was so hostile towards her.
“Good.”
…
Abby wore big sunglasses, and had a gray hoodie pulled over her head. Her hair didn’t show because she had it in a bun at the back of her neck. Madison scoffed and walked towards her, ripping off the sunglasses. “You thought that was going to fool me? You’re not so bright, are you?”
“Hey!” Abby exclaimed, snatching the sunglasses back. “I thought ‘fairies’ were supposed to be nice.”
“Wow, that’s like me saying I thought ‘humans’ were supposed to be smart.”
“Prove it,” Abby whispered.
“What? That you’re stupid?”
Abby looked hurt. “I meant prove that you’re a fairy.”
Madison sighed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“What do you want me to do? And it has to only affect you.”
“Umm, I want my lips to have lip gloss on them.” Before she even finished her sentence, her lips were pink and shiny. Abby gasped and touched her lips. “You really are a…”
“Yeah. I’m supposed to help you, but I don’t have any say in your wishes. According to the rules, you have to figure out how to help yourself, with me just there along for the ride. I hate the rules.”
Abby squealed and hugged Madison. “This is so cool! I can be popular! Pretty! Have as many books as I want!” She giggled and looked at Madison. “Let’s start tomorrow.” Then she bounded off, probably to go home and make a list of wishes.
The voice came from her watch again. “See what you did?”
Madison hit the off button.
…
Abby pulled Madison into the girl’s bathroom. “Ok,” she said, pulling out a purple notebook and pulling the pencil from behind her ear. “I made a list of wishes.” She noticed that Madison smirked, but she ignored it. “And all of them are about me. I want to start now.”
“Don’t go crazy. If a bunch of people start noticing that things are weird around here, I have to leave. On second thought, do go crazy.”
“I won’t, I promise. Now the first thing is
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