9/8/14
During lunch I watch all the kids pick my blueberry muffin friends. but I am never chosen to be eaten. On one very special lunch I saw something jump from a kid's hand into the muffin bin. It called to me, "boring muffin," it hopped closer. It brushed up against me and swirling saphire blue mist surrounded me. When the mist cleared I saw a small blue figure standing or rather floating next to the strange object.
"Greetings" The blue person said, "I am Genie. I will grant you three wishes."
"I wish I could be a chocolate muffin, " I said. Now if the muffin wished anything else in the world, he might live longer but he didn't, so tough luck. Just then a kid walking by said, "OOH, chocolate muffin." He picked me up and took me to line "student ID" a lady said.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5" the kid said as he typed it in. The lady pushed a button and I was shoved into a dark, wet room. Just then the floor and ceiling closed on me and I was lost forever.
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Mic's Journal: Sixth Grade Edition
RandomWell since embassy end isn't something I feel, why not post all my unfinished stories from 6th grade. Yup, horrible writing and even worse stories. You can leave now if you want.
