The Secret of the Wishing well

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       That was the last drop of the steaming, evil potion that my body could soak in and contain. I ran to my room at lightning speed before the wicked TNT could release its wickedness. I covered my head in my already soaked pillow. If you have a sibling, then you should understand this completely. Oh how I wished I was the only child again!

       So now you understand how I have broken down, let's go on with what is really happening here.

       My mind was filled with thoughts as I gently stuffed my favorite origami papers and craft supplies. Tip toeing quietly to the refrigerator to snatch some leftover creme pie from yesterday in the honor of Wendy's first words and wrapped it up in a piece of tin foil while pushing it with my pinky into the front pocket along with the meatiest supply of the most crystal like water I have ever seen with my two honey colored eyes. Next. I filled my pack up with a sharpener. Twelve pencils, four books, and the thickest notepad you could ponder of.

       Searching the refrigerator for more nutritious food, I silently planed the escape in my head. I know this escape has to work, or else I would be punished for lifetime. Almost as suddenly as it came, a window flew open and the forceful winds that blew in startled me. I am surprised that it didn't scare the anything out of me. But my curiosity grew and grew. What was making the window fly oped when now the winds are as boring as lambs, as peaceful cows crazing the fields when a second ago, the winds could up root the sturdiest tree and hurl them high up into the starless night?

       Before I can think straight, my legs flew at threatening speed like something's tugging at my legs,with its grip so strong, I grabbed my pack in a hurry, and bolted out the window and ran under the stars with the moon watching over me.

       This is what I have alway wanted to feel: free and sure of the future. I don't know how I know where to go and feel so sure of the future. I just do and I smiled.

       The wind blew harder. I shivered. A second time: even harder.

       The third time the wind blew, how strong it was amazed me as bellowed me of the ground, all above the highest trees, next to the birds. My face grew pale. What if the wind suddenly stops? Then what would become of me? The moment I finished pondering, the wind dropped and I dropped with it. I fell like a overweight bird, once feeling free and graceful then changing into the clumsy mode. I fell. Down and down I went. To my surprise, I landed in a soft, spongey surface. Awaiting my destiny, I blanked out.