THE LAST CHAPTER!
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Michelle lifted a shaky hand and twisted the bird's head backwards as it cried out as the clock struck midnight.
Michelle opened her eyes, raising her hands to her face and gulped as she saw her tiny, doll like hands.
Time for round two, she thought.
Michelle rolled out of bed and dashed down the stairs, her tiny feet thudding against the steps.
"Come on, honey. I won't even buy anything. I just want to browse!" Her father was saying as Michelle skidded to a halt outside the kitchen.
"Honey, it's just… the antique store? On Michelle's birthday?" her mother pointed out.
"It's just a pit stop, and then we'll take her to ice cream and the toy store before her party."
"But-"
"Can we?" Michelle begged as she entered the kitchen. "Please, Mommy?"
Her mother laughed. "It's not nice to ease drop, but are you sure you want to go to an antique shop on your birthday?"
Michelle nodded, eagerly. "Uh-huh. Mr. Anthony always gives me a lollipop and let's me play with the old rag dolls while you look around. He's so nice. Please, Mommy?"
Her mother sighed. "All right. If that's what you want…"
"Yay!" Michelle cheered, hugging her mother. "Thank you, Mommy."
"A four year old excited about antiques," her mother muttered before turning to her husband. "She is your daughter…"
"Hello, Henry, Sarah. Oh, and hello, dearest Michelle," Anthony said in that almost posh accent of his that Michelle loved to hear.
"Hi, Mr. Anthony!" she chirped.
"It's always nice to see you in my store," Anthony stated. "Michelle, why don't you stay here and play with the dolls while your parents have a look around?"
Michelle nodded. "Okay!" she said before pretending to be interested in a box of old rag dolls (they weren't exactly antiques, but Anthony still sold them and kept them around for when parents brought their kids in… you know, to keep the destructive children and their clumsy fingers away from the merchandise).
Anthony and her parents ventured to the back of the store to look at some old tables, and as soon as they were out of ear shot, Michelle shot to her feet and bolted for the clock, which towered over the rest of the items in the store, making it easy to spot.
Michelle scrambled onto the box in front of the clock, using various tables, cedar chests, and boxes as steps to reach the top of the clock.
Five seconds… five seconds until she could fix everything…
"Michelle, no!" her father yelled just as a loud cuckoo sounded, and a bird shot out of the clock, nearly bumping Michelle in the nose.
Michelle raised her hand, twisting the bird's head backwards and bringing her arm to her chest instead of lowering it to her side. This time, the year 2011 didn't clatter to the floor.
Michelle blinked, and when she opened her eyes, she was sitting in the arm chair as a fifteen year old.
"Michelle, I thought I told you to stay from the clock," her father told her as he stepped into the room.
"Sorry, Dad. Do you know where Tommy is?" Michelle asked.
She held her breath…
"I think he's upstairs in his room," her dad told her.
"Tommy!" Michelle yelled, bolting up the steps and throwing open the door to Tommy's room.
"Don't you ever knock?" Tommy demanded from where he was sitting on his bed. That seemed ironic coming from him.
Michelle engulfed Tommy in a hug, lifting him off the bed while he yelped in surprise.
"Tommy, I am so sorry about my thirteenth birthday. I was so mean to you, and you were only trying to help. Please forgive me. You're the best little brother ever, and I've been so selfish, and-"
Tommy giggled. "Michelle! It's okay. I'm sorry for me being so mean, too."
Michelle smiled and embraced her brother, grinning even wider as he hugged her back.
She heard someone stiffle a laugh from behind her and a small click and knew that her parents were taking pictures, but she didn't dare turn around and interrupt the moment.
"I love you, Tommy," she murmured.
"I love you, too, Michelle," Tommy said.
And people say there are no happy endings in real life! Obviously, those people haven't met the Webster family…
The End! It's been fun, and there will be more Goosebumps stories in the future, so keep an eye out for those.
Thanks for reading! Bye!