Just letting anyone who read this story before: I'm so sorry. This is awful, how did you(very few) crazy people like this?! It's so freaking marry sue iI could hurt myself. I wrote this back in like Jr. High, so I went back and "fixed" it as best I could. I pray its better.

Today was disappointing as always, because like always, nothing good or interesting happened. You'd think by living in Ireland I'd do something for fun, but sadly I don't. Its not like I lived in a bustling city, no, everything in our little town was few and farther in between. Also, when you have no friends to do anything like: have an adventure in your back yard, or talk about boys while painting nails, (you get the point) there isn't much to do. Well that's what someone would normally think, but I just like reading, and illegally streaming shows on my laptop. Really I'm just frustrated that I don't get to go home and finish reading the manga form of this anime that I watched.

My name is Agatha Marrion. I have short dark red hair and freckles with brown eyes, my arms and legs are long and lanky, yet I am surprisingly short. I have a tendency to wear a lot of black, read a lot, and quietly keep to myself. Being in the middle of high school, that's not such a good thing. Today after school somehow turned out to be worse than ever. I was simply minding my own business, a rare talent for some people, reading on a bench outside of the main entrance while I waited for my ride home. Then, of the preps (surprise surprise,) the head cheer captain who hates me most of all for some reason, along with her pose, were headed my way.

Kristie shouts her signature opening line, "Hey Elmo!" She so creative isn't she? Kristie's gang laughs and add their two-cent worth of input, but I simply ignore them. When their crude remarks do not achieve the desired effect, things turned dramatic.

Kristie lurches forward and snatches my book out of my hand, and tosses it to her cliché jock boyfriend, who whips out his cigarette lighter and begins to do the unthinkable. I stared in horror for only a moment before I finally reacted. With an indignant cry I lunge for my book. They laughed and held it from my reach, one grabbed me by the arms and held me back. I promptly lifted my foot and slammed my heal into his toes and thrust my elbow into his gut when his grip slacked. That was when they stopped laughing, the one holding me let go completely, and again I lunged for my book. I promptly received a fist in my gut, but before I could react further, Kristie's boyfriend shouted, "Fine! You want you precious book back? Have it then!", and shoved the still burning book into my stomach.

I cried out in pain, someone shouted from far away, was it help? If so, for me or them? At the thought of more people to hurt me, fear finally took over and I bolted.

I ran and didn't look back even as more people shouted, but I didn't care, I just had to get away. When I finally looked up I had no idea where I was. Although, upon looking around, breathing heavily, I saw a store. The sign read: Old & Books. When I walked in my eyes had to adjust to the lighting. All around there was old, dull, dust covered shelves, walls and display cases. I walked up to what looked like the main counter and realized my burns were bleeding. I heard a gasp and I snap my head up to see an old spindly looking old lady (the type to live down by the beach and make amazing chocolate cookies covered in powdered sugar…) she rushed from behind the counter up to me, eyes locked on my stomach. The burns on my abdomen were visible through the holes in my shirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know if this was open or not. I can leave and-"

"Nonsense! Come to the back and let me treat you. I'd take you to the clinic but I have more… 'effective' forms of treatment."

I nodded my head and followed her into the back room she originally came from. We entered into a loft type area. (Where there's no walls separating the 'rooms'? but there's a curtain around the bathroom at least.) She lead me toward the bathroom part and she rummages in the drawers until she pulls out a white box with green strips on it. She then opened it and pulled out an non-labeled small jar, and asked me to lift my shirt as she opened the jar. Then with a grunt, she managed to twist the lid off, then dipped two fingers in getting a large glob of green stuff, (which was when I began to worry, why am I just going along with this strange old lady?) then smeared the gooey green stuff on my abdomen until it was rubbed in, like lotion. At first nothing happened, but then my abdomen went numb which increased my worried, but a second later this refreshing, cooling felling replaced it and gave me goose bumps. As soon as it was there it was gone, and just like that, so too were the burns. I gasp and look up to see the old lady smiling,

"I'd ask, but I don't think I'd get a straight answer… I hope there's no funny side effects to that.." I murmur.

As if she didn't hear me, she says, "I don't believe we've been introduced yet. I'm Sue, and you would be?

I regard her wearily, look down at my arms, flex them, feel them, then look back at her and say, "Agatha Marrion…"

As she walked over to the kitchen she said, "It's nice to meet you. Cookie?"

I fallow her to the kitchen part and see her offering a, get this, plate of chocolate cookies covered in powdered sugar.

"Of course." I wasn't an idiot to turn down sweets…ok so I was to accept them from a stranger…Anyways, biting into the delicious cookie she asks if I would like to take a look around the shop, I comply.

Once in the main room, Sue turns on the lights making the room come to life. The shelves suddenly were shouting to tell the stories of the books that sat on their shelves, and the show cases were sparkling as if becoming with invisible hands, and the dust was magically gone. I bypass the books and went to browse the trinkets instead. There was the strangest things… a puzzle pyramid, a couple of forehead protectors (jee the sure looked like different kinds of Naruto ninja headbands), a really ancient looking pok-e-ball, a wand, a bird cage, a doll, lots of figurines, pin on buttons….and last, but certainly not least, there was all alone in its own case, sat a golden apple on top of a lone slim white notebook.

For some reason this one seemed to stand out the most. I startled as I hear Sue say, "Interested?" And before I could answer she pulls out a huge set of keys. Old keys, new keys, messed up keys and perfect keys. She picked a smooth black key and unlocked the case, and weirdly enough the case seemingly disappeared. Another thing was that she made sure no to touch it. I looked doubtfully at Sue as she grew a kind and reassuring smile and said,

"Go on, pick up the apple and notebook."

Thinking, 'What harm can it do? It's a paper weight and a notebook.' I shrug my shoulders and pick up the two items in one swift motion. At first I'd thought nothing would happen, but those thoughts were soon proven wrong when a shiver and a chill ran from my toes, up my spine and stopped at the base of my neck. I stared blankly at the notebook and apple before frowning at the title that was suddenly printed (because it wasn't there before I picked it up) on its cover in neat curvy cursive:

"Wish List"

I turn and look up about to ask about it, when I spot something….strange. To the right a little behind Sue was what looked like a shinigame (God of Death) from a favorite anime and manga, Death Note. The difference was its main appearance. Its body looked to be as hard as stone, but moved (when it swayed) like It was loose form fitting skin. Its arms were crossed (so it's hands rested on opposite shoulders) and it was covered in gold swirls and other intricate designs. Compleatling the look, its arms and wings (fur covered wings, slightly out stretched as if too big to fold in) and a black hood over its head tied at the neck, was all covered in shimmering obsidian chains with matching locks. As it looked small and lithe, it looked huge and bulky. It was wider than me and Sue and almost as tall as the celling. It took a moment to realize Sue was saying something.

"What?" I snap at her.

But acting as if I didn't say anything she said, louder and clearly,

"Before I am able to explain, I have to ask if you accept? I apologies for not being able to tell you exactly what you're accepting, but it is the condition and a show of faith."

I take a moment to stare at the objects in question for a bit before sighing and saying,

"I accept."

Oh how I was going to get a headache….

Just letting anyone who read this story before: I'm so sorry. This is awful, how did you(very few) crazy people like this?! It's so freaking marry sue I could hurt myself. I wrote this back in like Jr. High, so I went back and "fixed" it as best I could. I pray its better.