The Wishing Well

Chapter 3

The sound of my alarm clock went off right at 8:00 am. I was so tired so I pushed 'snooze'. But I only got 3 extra minutes of sleep because my mom came rushing in my room at 8:03 am. "Get up! You've got a big day today!"exclaims my mom. "How is going to aunt Chloe's making it a big day?" I ask. "Either way, I'm not going."  I ducked my head under the covers. "Oh come on," my mom said. "it will be fun." "No, it won't be fun." I mumbled to myself. " My mom draped the covers off me. "Up." she said and walked out of my room. "Ugh." I grumbled. I slumped out of my bed and got dressed,brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth. I looked down at my cast that had the signature of my mom in pink pen on it. I dragged my legs downstairs. "Come on! Get your shoes and sweater on!" ushered my mom. "What about breakfast?" I yelled. "You'll have to eat something there." replied my mom, who was already running out the front door and towards the car. I walked outside and locked the front door behind me. Then I sat in my car. "I'm starving." I grumbled. "Good, because I think aunt Chloe is making pancakes!" exclaimed my mom. My eyes widened with excitement and for the first time all morning I smiled.

After about an hour we arrived at aunt Chloe's house. It was big and the main colour was beige. I stepped out of the car and hugged my mom goodbye. "Bye." I said. Then she drove away. I swallowed hard, as I walked onto my aunt's Chloe. It's like going to a stranger's house because I've never met her before. I rang on the doorbell. It made a crooked and spooky sound. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Until the door barges open. "Hello Alisha! I'm your aunt Chloe!" She pulled me into a big hug. "Hi." I said. She smiled warmly. Her hair was a shiny and quite pretty black, but her eyes were still glowing green as a black cat's on a spooky Halloween night. "Abby! Alisha is here!" Aunt Chloe called. Just then a girl with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes ran downstairs. "Hey." Abby exclaimed. She smiled, brightly. "Alisha, this my daughter named Abby." Aunt Chloe explained. "Nice to meet you." I replied. "Nice to meet you, too." Abby said. "Now come upstairs!" she exclaimed, as she pulled my arm and walked me up the stairs. "Your sleeping with me!" she assured me, as she jumped onto her bed landing on her stomach. "Great." Suddenly my tummy rumbled. "I'm so hungry." "Oh! Well, my mom just finished making pancakes! Come on! I'll eat some with you." Abby pulled my arm once again and walked me to the kitchen, where a plate of pancakes stood on the counter. Abby and I both got three each. When we sat down at the table I noticed something blue in the pancakes."What is that?!" I asked, worried. Maybe it was poison. "Blueberries." Abby explained, simply. I sighed in relief. "Good." I said, and started to nibble on my first pancake. "How old are you?" Abby asked. "12." I explained. Abby looked like a teen. She was really pretty. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm 14 turning 15 next week." Abby said. "Oh cool." I exclaimed. "I wish I could be here for your birthday." But a part of me said that I didn't want to stay one more day in this house.