Walking and walking,
Don't bother talking,
It'll waste energy,
And I have none to waste
My knees are buckling,
My brain is tiring,
Staring at the students who walk ahead of me.
I had PE today,
Hurts my legs
and hurts my brain.
Up the stairs, one by one,
So much fun.
It's probably my fault,
Too many books.
I don't use my locker
Like I should.
I climb through the hall and open the door,
I then throw my pack
Onto the floor.
Tired I am,
Sore, too,
But I made it now!
Phew!
Willow's Well is a well that is said to grant wishes-at least, that's what the locals say. You can only make one wish though, and it's likely it'll never come true, for the Well is said to only ever grant a worthy wish.
Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word.
My parents gasp. The sun fades from view. I take off my glasses.
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