I went to school today to find you at my locker. You were writing something on a little slip of paper.
You were writing fast and looking around as if you didn't want to be caught. You then folded up the piece of paper and slipped it in my locker before leaving the scene as if nothing happened.
I cautiously walked over to my locker and unlocked it. Your little slip of paper fluttered out and landed on the ground. I kneeled down and picked it up.
It was wrinkled as if you had reconsidered giving me this note. I opened it and was stunned by your words which read:
Meet me at the dog park after school.
Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you.
I am writing this as I walk there. And I am not afraid of what you might do if I show up, no, I'm terrified of what you might do if I don't show up.
YOU ARE READING
Wish
Short StoryBook one of the 'Wish' short story series coming soon. ••• "What if I had three wishes? How do you think I would use them? To gain popularity? To have a loving family? To ease the pain? Sorry, but none of those things are what I would use my wishes...
