A Perfect Life?

Chapter Six

“The art room,” I whisper to myself while rushing through the halls lugging my binder and books around with me.

“The art room” I repeat to myself, “okay, here we go, there’s that,“ I shove all of my stuff into my locker and then rush to the bathroom to make sure my hair looks nice enough to be presented to James.

“Good, all good,” I whisper to myself with confidence, combing through my hair with my fingers.

I stop running and walk over to the art room, I don’t want to look red and out of breath when I see him again. I reach towards the door and put my hand on the metal knob. I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair once again, just to be sure, then I slowly turn the knob.

“Hey Alex,” he says looking up from his phone.

“Hey,” I say softly, walking through the entryway.

“So, I was thinking, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner on Friday,”

“Yeah, sure,” I say, trying to contain my excitement,

“So, I’ll pick you up on Friday then,” he breathed smiling,

“Yeah, I guess so then!” I say combing my hair back behind my ear,

“Okay,” he whispers as I walk away.

I walk out of the school doors and start to walk home.

“Yes!” I scream, with the biggest smile on my face, “wait, what am I going to wear?” my smile goes blank and I pause in the middle of the sidewalk. “Great,” I start to run home.

I finally get home and I rush into my room then open my closet door.

“What the,” my eyes open wide, “what? how did this happen?” I take a step inside my closet then skim through the filled, color-coded racks of clothing. I turn around and walk out of my closet,

“Mom!” I scream.

Something else caught my eye.

“What!” I hear my mom scream from downstairs,

“Nevermind,” I yell.

I walk over to the glowing square from behind my dresser. The Box.

“What?” I whisper to myself, moving over my dresser. I open up the box and a letter shoots out and falls onto the floor next to me. As I pick it up, The Box door shuts and glows once more revealing a cement lining around the whole thing. I drop the letter and try to open the box, nothing, it’s stuck. I take my hand off of The Box’s handle and move it over to the rolled up letter that is sitting next to me. I unfold it and read it.

 

Alexis Meredith,

You have finally unlocked the powers within me. All wishes on your lists you will meet, enjoy until you have enjoyed too much, the powers will not delete, this isn’t a cup of tea I must say, you must finish what you have started and learn what you have never learned before, that will erase this storm.

The Unknown

 

“What the heck? “The Unknown” is really bad at poetry, if this is a poem of course,” I whisper to myself, scanning over the note once more. “Wait, what list? I had like thirty lists in there,” I whisper.

Whoosh!

“Whoa!” I stutter, ducking.

I look to my right and see another piece of paper next to me,

“Honey? Is everything okay?” mom yells in a panic from the kitchen,

“Oh, umm, yeah, everything is okay,” I respond,

“Okay honey,” she answers,

I pick up the note and look it over. It is my Perfect Life List.

“What the?” I say, “Is this the list The Unknown is talking about?” I pause for a few seconds, “wait a second! That was why everyone was so nice!” I skim over the list once more, “number two and number seven! And my clothes! Number four! And my parents this morning, number five!” Eveyrything started to click and I had the happiest feeling in my chest, I couldn’t help but put on a smile.