3 Wishes

It was cold here at night. Freezing. My skin was nibbled into goose bumps. Twigs snapped as my feet stepped on them, and the frail, dead leaves crunched. A nearby cricket chirped in the nearby damp mud, layered with long blades of grass. Who knows what could be in there. Snakes, spiders, Bugs… I shivered at the though, and kept walking along the footpath. I’ll be home soon, It can’t possibly get any worse then this. It’s only that I’m out here in the cold where everyone else is at the ‘Mr. Me’ Concert, My family at home in front of the crackling warmth of the fireplace, the glowing light of the candles dancing on the walls. If only the ‘There's no place like home’ theory worked right now.

I stopped at the bus stop, reading the schedule, squinting to get better view. There is another bus coming in 7 minutes around the block from my place, Great! I smiled. Maybe my horrible luck is turning around… I took a seat on the green bench, digging through my bag for spare change for the bus.

“Now what is a girl as young and pretty as you out this late in this bitter cold?” A crackly voice startled me, I darted my head to the side, and saw a short old lady, with wrinkles bagged on her face. She wore a very long black jacket, buttoned up right from her chin, down to her knees.

“Oh, Hello” I smiled sweetly.

“That didn’t answer my question” She said, followed by a chesty cough. “But anyways, I don’t want to be here either” She sat down slowly.

“Oh” I said, frowning. How does she know I didn’t want to be here?

“But I have to admit, my friends aren’t all at a rock band concert either” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… she has to be some sort of creepy stalker. I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder, and stood up.

“I’m sorry but I have to go” I started walking, when I heard the bus brakes squeak. I turned around, the money still clutched in my hand. It will only take a few minutes, just get on the bus, just sit on the opposite side… I thought to myself, thourougly considering running away.

I got on the bus after the old woman. She sat at the front, on the right. I sat at the back, on the left. I kept my head down, checking up occasionally to see where we were.

I lifted my head up. I was being watched. I could feel it. I looked over at the old lady, and she was turned around facing me, her eyes locked on me. I wish I hadn’t of gotten on this creepy bus with this stalker!

The bus approached my stop and I had never have been more relieved, until I turned around. She was following me.

“Hello again young lady” She said catching up to me. I walked faster, staring at the ground.

“Watch where you’re going!” the old lady yelled. I turned around, and the side of my face made contact with a pole. I stumbled backwards onto the ground, grazing my hands.

“Darling, are you okay?” The old lady kneeled at my side.

“Fine, thanks” I quickly stood up, and started walking, brushing my hands and butt off.

“Is your luck really that bad?” She asked, a little giggle after it.

“Yes, it it” I turned around, quite offended by her giggle.

“I can fix it, I know you think I’m crazy…” I stopped her there.

“No thanks, I’ll deal with it myself” I tucked my hair behind my ear, feeling my throbbing face for lumps.

“I’ll grant you three wishes” She held up three fingers, her thumb, her index, and her middle.

“You’re kidding” I laughed.

“No, I’m not” The old lady shook her head, slowly, her grey hair waving.

“Yeah, right… Well I better get going, bye” I gave a small wave and turned around, ready to take a step, she stopped me.

“Amelia” How the hell does she know my name?!

“Yes?” I spun on my heel.

“I’m not a creepy stalker either” Yeah, right. I spun on my heel once more, and began walking. This has to be a dream. Has to be! The moonlight reflected on the ground, and the streetlights glowed yellow. I walked into my driveway, so relieved to be home! In the windows I saw the glow of the candles, and the fire dancing, just as I had thought.

I opened the door, the old hinges letting out a strident noise.

I put my bag on the kitchen table. Searching the fridge for my meal, I found nothing but half a bottle of milk, and a can of coke.

“Mum, I’m home!” I called into the hallways. I walked into the living room, and almost didn’t see her curled up onto the couch.

“Mum, are you okay?” I sat next to her, putting a hand on her back.

“He’s gone” She sobbed, hard to hear because he face was buried into her lap.

“What? Who?” My heart sped up.

“Steve, your dad, Who else?!” She shouted.

“Mum… gone where” My head filled with worry, I had to hear it...I have never seen mum like this before.

“He’s dead Amelia, and its all your fault!” She shouted, glaring at me. 

HEY! Hope YOU LIKE THE STORY PEOPLE!

I'm not sure if i should continue. 

1. Im not sure where to take it

2. I'm not sure weather i like it enough that im passionate enough, y'know what i mean?

Anyways thanks for reading! xx <3