Today was a normal day, a little chilly and cloudy. Nothing really stood out of the ordinary.
Except the stone wishing well i stumbled upon the previous day.
The wishing well I threw a quarter in.
And today was the day I found a boy in the unusual wishing well.
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Walking home sucked. And i mean really sucked.
For starters
1) Its a 2 mile walk to my house
2) Im not really one for outdoors
And
3) IT RAINS LIKE EVERDAY IN ROSEDALE.
Need i say more?
Exactly.
So i guess you can assume i am not some cliche girl from a love novel that
"Loves walks home, it clears the mind and fresh air is always great"
That was bull crap.
If my parents didnt work 24/7 to keep the roof over my head then i would surely tell them to get their lazy asses up and pick me up from school. But that isnt the case here.
You see, ever since i was about 6 years old, My parents have been work-a-holics. I swear if they didnt have children to tend to then they would live at the office. But being the uncareful parents they are, They decided to go ahead and have 4 kids.
I can almost here my mother say "There was no such meaning to 'protection' in the 80's."
Dear monkey, i do not wanna know how many times they "practiced" to have kids.
I shivered at the thought.
But as i was on this "lovely" stroll home, I heard someone yelling not far from the well.
"Curious me……" I whispered as i approached the wishing well.
Better hope its not a killing squirell. Or worse, a skunk.
Oh shut up brain!!
"Erm… Hello?" I called out to no one in particular.
"HELLO?! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!" A very husky, mascaline voice yelled out.
Someones gonna kill me! oh god! im to young to die!!
Taking a quarter out of my pocket i flung it into the well.
"Well, if this is my last breath of life then i wish i wont die!!" I yelled.
"OUCH! WHAT THE HELL!"
huh……
"Can you not see there is someone down here?! You just hit me with this… this… quarter?" The voice called. Quickly releasing my breath i looked down the dark well.
"Someones down there?" My voice squeked.
"No its a talking worm… YES SOMEONE IS DOWN HERE! NOW CAN YOU HELP ME?! IM KINDA STUCK!" It yelled.
"Well no need to be rude whoever you are… How am I supposed to get you out?"
I quickly looked around and saw an old rope in a tree.
Well theres an anwser.
But in order to get the rope… I needed to climb…
Me and Climbing?
Lets say its not a true match.
You could just leave the person in there…
True, i could.
Or stop being a wuss and climb the damn tree…
Gathering up every ounce of strength i had in me, i started to climb.
Grabbing the old rope, i slowly made my way down the tree until my foot got caught and i landed on my squishy arse with a bam.
"Owie…"
Playing super hero was no fun anymore and i just wanted to get the stupid person out of the well.
Who in the hell gets stuck in a well anyways?!
"I got a rope! Im gonna throw it down and tie it around this boulder over here!"
"CAN YOU STOP EXPLAINING AND JUST DO IT ALREADY!?"
Whoever this person was, did not know manners.
Should have just left em' in the well……
I did as i was told and waited for the person to appear.
After what seemed like hours… (which was only really a couple of minutes) a boy appeared out of the well with a dirty shirt.
I took in his appearance while i could.
He was a little tan, with brown hair and blue eyes, about 6'0, and a muscular build, to top it all off he had the perfect shade of pink lips.
He. Was. Gorgeous.
"Umm… Are you checking me out?"
Oh God im such a creep…
What do i say?
'Yes i was, you are quite the gorgeous man '
"Do you talk at all?" He said, looking creeped out.
"Oh ya… Um… Im Lacey."
"Carter…"
"How did you…" I started.
"Its a long story."
"Well can I…"
"I just wanna go home. Can you help me find my house?"
Can a girl not talk?!
Good Lordy.
"Uh… um sure." Picking up my backpack, i started my journey to my house. Carter followed next to me, not saying a word.
It was awkward.
"You hit me in the head with a quarter…" He mumbled, fidling with his thumb.
"Oh im sorry. I didnt think an itty bitty quarter could hurt so bad." I rolled my eyes and he sighed dramatically.
"Who throws quarters in wishing wells anyways?"
"Who gets stuck in a well?" I replied.
"Well that doesnt anwser my question now does it?" He stopped walking.
"Well you never anwseres mine."
This boy was already annoying me and its only been about 5 minutes.
"Does the law say i have to anwser questions from a stranger?" He raised his eyebrows as he asked the question.
"Can you like, stop talking for more then 5 seconds? You are giving me a migraine."
"Migraine huh? Need some pills?" He was laughing now.
"SHUT UP! OH MY GOD!" I yelled.
"Where are we going?"
"To the wonderful land of Narnia, Carter."
"Carter is a state in Narnia?! How cool i have a state named after me in Narnia!!!"
I stopped moving. I wanted to punch his beautiful face in the the nose.
His oh-so pretty nose……
YOU ARE READING
Wishing Well
Teen Fiction"Who throws quarter's in wishing wells anyways?" "Well if you werent down there then it wouldn't have hit you're head now would it?" "Well that still doesnt anwser my question." "Well you never anwser mine" "Can you just shut up for more then...
