I just wanted a nice, chill Friday. Instead, I got a war between two alien species; a Basketball game; and this magical baby wipe that seems so important to the aliens.
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*If this Short story seems a bit long or strange, that's because it's based on a dream I had. Enjoy!*
Today my brother isn't going on the bus. He did not get up on time, and Mom told me not to get him up anymore. I don't know why, but I've been craving this moment; the moment when I would be able to sit on the bus in my own seat without anyone next to me. Now, you may be wondering why I want this so much. Well, our bus is very crowded. It's three people to a seat.
I looked up at the front of the bus just as it rolled to a stop. In the front of my vision, on the back of the seat, I saw a white circle appear with purple, blue, and black sparkles floating inside it. It was all I could do to not fall in because the bus was stopping.
Something white gently floated out of the portal, or at least I thought it was a portal. It was not paper or a paper towel. As it landed on my lap, I quickly grabbed it, shimmying my sleeves on my hands, in case it was toxic or something. It twisted and turned it in my hands, cocking my head to one side, and gently patting my foot to the rhythm of wonder.
Quickly, I found it was soft, but not wet. It must be a dried-out baby wipe, but how did it get here? What was that portal thins? Is it magical? Stuffing it in its own little pocket in my backpack, I pulled out my book and tried to read. But, of course, my human traits got the better of me. For the rest of the ride, I ended up turning it over and over, with my foot tapping, and the turn of my head.
I won't lie, the sight of me inspecting this baby wipe with my little, casual dress on, I probably looked like a child, whether than an eighth-grader. People did give me questioning looks, but when they sat back down they immediately went to their book, phone, or just chattering, like normal. They'll probably forget all about me. They usually do.
During the entire school day, my mind was occupied with what the heck happened this morning. Good thing I have no tests today.
As soon as I got home, I showed and told my findings to anyone who'd listen.
"I'm sure you just fell asleep and dreamt about the portal, and the baby wipe probably just found its way into your backpack from this mess of a house," Mom responded, burping the baby.
"Mom! It's as real as you and me! I'm serious!" I fought.
She sighed, "Honey, I'm too busy for this nonsense. Why don't you go tell your brother?" She walked away, shaking her head.
"But... I'm telling the truth..." I said, slowly getting quieter and quieter.
I went up to my room and stared at the wipe once again.
There are millions of possibilities to this wipe: I could've just imagined it, someone could've sent it to me for various reasons, I could have magical powers and have conjured it with my mind. The real question is, which one is it?
