Dreams of a Child

Magic Wand

[A/N:

The song is almost as disturbing as the one from my dream....

<3 Verria]

I look through my desk drawers to make sure nothing's left. And something catches my eye.

"What's this?" I ask myself, turning it.

"That's a magic wand!" Comes a voice that's very bright a cheery. I look at her.

"Magic wand?"

"Why of course! You can do anything with it."

--Now I'm saving you the torture of going through a musical number that just happened. And by all means, you do not want to ask what it went like. It was scarring.--

"It can even take you here!" Then I pop into a place that's unfamiliar to me. There are stairs behind me, and I look like.....Kid? WHY AM I DEATH THE KID?! Well, my hair's brown, not black so I guess I'm not exactly like him. But my first thoughts are: This is how it must've started. There's no way Deah would have had a kid, so a random kid must've shown up, and had similar qualities to a Shinigami, and Death pronounced him Death The Kid.

The real Death the kid looked at me.

"Impersonater!" He cried. And the only thing I could think of is: what? I'm not symetrical enough? Then some golden lamp gets passed around.

"That's a magical lamp!" The voice says. I stare at it.

"You want the lamp? It's mine!" Jefar says. I blink.

"Since when were you in Soul Eater?" I ask.

"No matter! I have the lamp now! Genie, I wish to be the greatest, most strongest genie in the world!" My surroundings change, and I'm no longer where Patty might kill me. Instead, I'm in a room. A room with a stage. And bleachers.

"I want that magic wand!" Jefar claims. I look over to my side, and see....me?!

"What are you doing here?!" I yell.

"What? Dodging the fire about to hit us of course." And shes--I'm right. It's like a game of jump rope. Soom we jump all of the flames Jefar has to offer.

"You won! The lamp too!" Then we're teleported into an airplane.

"So. What do you want to be when you grow up?" The other me asks. And why am I still looking like Kid?!

"I don't know. A pilot?" Then we're at my school, and I'm driving.

"Parallell park! Parallell park!" I--she screams. I try doing that, but instantly give up. Instead I go find an empty space with no cars around it.

"I wonder if I'll hit anyone." I say as I park perfectly. I--she sighs.

"You can't parallell park."

Then I roll out of bed thinking how hard it must have been for my dad to concentrate on his driving test when someone was trying to fail him. And I promised myself that I would learn how to parallel park no matter what. I also promised that I would stay away from musicals with magical wands in them......