The Witchy Worries of Abby Adams

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The witchy worries of Abby Adams

“Daisy, are you done with your book honey”, mom said loudly. “Yes”, I declared proudly. After all, it was a long and dry book at the beginning, and it did take a pretty long time. “So, do you want to tell me what it’s about?” my mom said inquisitively. “Sure”, I said, stuffing a piece of meatloaf into my mouth. “So, this book is called The Witchy Worries of Abby Adams. In the beginning, they introduce the characters. You know, like they do in every book. After that –’’Ding dong! “Oh my, I wonder who it could be!”My mother said, getting up from her seat to go get the door. “Hi Abby! Come on in. What brings you today?”Mom says excitedly. Abby? I thought. How strange! Just like the girl in my book. It must be a coincidence. “Actually Mrs. Holcomb, I would like to talk to Daisy”, Abby said. As soon as those words left her mouth, a chill went up my spine. How did mom know her? What does she want from me? Many questions were flying through brain. So much that I couldn’t even remember my own name. I can hear their footsteps through the halls. With every footstep, my heart would race faster, my hands would get sweatier, and my mind gets more clueless every time.

Trouble comes

“Hi Daisy”, Abby says while taking a seat across from me. At that moment, my jaw literally dropped, and my mouth went speechless and dry. “Daisy!” Mom snapped, giving me “The Look”. I quickly closed my mouth and said hi. As we spent a few minutes in awkward silence after I said hi, I sat there staring aimlessly into her face. I wasn’t trying to be rude but she w...

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...a seat next to me on the soft, blue rug. “It’s okay, I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I was forced out of my book and left in a new world”, Abby said sympathetically. “You mean I was right?” I said, slowly lifting my face to the light, my cheeks red and my face damp from my salty tears. “Yes, and you must help me get out of this place. I don’t belong here. It’s just that every time somebody reads my book, I am forced out of it. You see, my book wants me to leave for a while. That reason I do not know why. But I do know that you are the only one that can help me back to my home. I will need three stars, four tears of a puppy and a monkey’s paw. That is what my book requires from me at this dimension. So will you help me?” Abby says, her eyes glittering of hope. “Sure,” I say. After all, she is now my friend and she did confess so I see no problem there.