MacJournal 2.5
Date: Wednesday, November 3, 2004 1:02:48 PM
Topic:
Chapter 1
It was my fourteen birthday. My Dad, Mum, brother, and sister had just finished singing Happy Birthday.
"Now make wish and blow out the candles". Mum said.
"I wish that I had the power to make my wishes come true". I thought.
I then leaned over to blow out the candles. But when I tried, they wouldn't go out. In fact weren't even moving.
"Hey, Mum. Somethings wrong with the candles. Mum? AHHHHHH!" I screamed.
My Mum wasn't moving. Nothing and nobody was moving. It was like time had froze. And I was the only one unfrozen.
Suddenly a voice said behind me. "Screaming isn't going to help you."
From behind me came a old man, who looked liked someone I couldn't place.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Ah! That you will know in plenty of time." He replied.
"Okay. So if your not going to tell me your name. Can you at lest tell me why your here. And why has ever thing stopped?"
"I have come to give you your wish."
"REALLY? Cool!" I said.
The man frowned. "You may think is "cool" right now. But I'm warning you right now. To have the power to make all your wishes come is ONE of the most HORRIBLE things to have."
Now it was my turn to frown. "What do you mean?" I asked?
"I'm afraid I can not tell you. Not yet!" He said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh okay".... I thought for a second. "er... I don't wish to sound rude. But ah... do I still um... get my wish?" I knew I looked like a beet.
The man smiled and handed me a small bag.
I took it and looked inside. It was filed what seemed to be dust! Silver colorer dust I mean.
"Good luck Crystal!" He said, starting to vanish.
"Hey! Wait!" I called after him.
"Crystal! What on earth are you yelling about?" Mum asked.
"What?"
"You wore yelling."
"Oh. Sorry." I blushed so hard. I leaned over a blew out the candles.
Later that night I thought about what that man had said. I looked at the bag which was around my neck. Then I had a really great idea. My favourite book of Harry Potter was the third one. I immediately grab the third one. (or so I thought) Took a pinch of what was in the bag. And whispered. I wish that I was in this book. Suddenly I felt like something had hit me really hard. So hard that I fell backwards, and into darkness.