Uh oh.
Scarlett cringed. What would she do now?
Her mother's voice seemed a little shaky. "Scarlett?"
She felt a pang of guilt- should she tell her mother?
Swallowing, she settled for not. "I wish nobody will notice that our house has changed," she said, so softly that it was almost inaudible. She heaved a sigh of relief, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Should she wish for good looks next? But no, she'd always be visited by that guilt whenever someone complimented her...
"Scarlett!" Her mother shrieked.
What now? She clomped downstairs as fast as her boots would let her and gasped.
There, scuttling in thousands on their little feet towards the garden, were armies and armies of little ants. Oh no! She'd forgotten to reinforce her candy garden with a anti-pest wish! Scarlett's mother was furiously whacking the intruding insects with a slipper, but her attempts were in vain, as there were too many ants for her to exterminate with the mere footwear she was holding. She threw her head back, brown locks flying, and screeched, "Scarlett! You better have an explanation for this!"
Scarlett cowered. Not good. Then the answer came to her. "I wish our house were bug free!"
Right there, the ants disappeared with a pop.
Her mother gaped and looked around in bewilderment. "The ants are gone! Vanished! Into thin air!" Another little adjustment coming up, thought Scarlett, rather guiltily, as she wished her mother wouldn't remember this.
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Starstruck (Editing)
Short StoryClose your eyes. Make a wish. Have it instantly granted. Is paradise all that we think it is? That we can have whatever we want? Maybe not. Struck by a shooting star, Scarlet possessed its power. And unknowingly, its danger. But what's the point...
