THE WISHING STONE
new comers advised to read the older parts

When I got outside I saw my bike on the side of the house and not in the garage where it's supposed to be. I rushed over to it and saw that it was rusted. Boy, was I mad. "JESSICAAAAAAA!!!!" I screamed. "WHAAT!?" she said with a sparkly blue toothbrush in her mouth. She came out the house dragging her feet in her Barney slippers. Her long dark brown hair was in a loose bun. She was wearing purple and green plaid pajama pants and a black tanktop. "Did you leave my bike out in the rain?!?" I asked. "Yep" she said plainly with the end of her toothbrush sticking out at me. "WHY?!" She took the toothbrush out of her mouth and pointed it at me. "Last time I checked that's not MY bike, therefore not my responsibility. If this is all you wanted, goodbye." She turned away. And dragged her feet back in the house. I washed the rust off my blue bike. I decided to ride over to Katie's house. Katie is my bestfriend shes in all of my hours at school except fith and sixth hour. She was also in my homeroom last year in 6th grade. Just as I was about to drive in her driveway. I had hit something. My bike plunged forward and threw me off like a donkey. I landed in some freshly cut green grass. "Ow..." I moaned. I got up to see what I had hit. It was a rock, a big rock about the size of my hand. A rock, a big bluish greyish sparkling rock about the size of my my hand. I picked it up and stared at it.


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