Short Story, Part 2
Written by: Aaryan Amar, Zubin Amar and Abigail Sandoval
Illustrated by: Aaryan Amar
Wow... Now I'm stuck with my best friend who thinks that magic really
exists. She says we have to look for some imaginary wizards. Ha! Wizards.
I think the only wizards that exist are those in her head.
As we waited near the bus stop, it began to rain... But my skin felt as if
raindrops weren’t falling on them! The raindrops shattered in the air above
my head and on the ground around me as if...
“Greetings, Nak, Darmi,” a voice spoke. “I am Hugo, Hugo Houdini!"
I whipped around. There was nothing that could have spoken. Only a silent
lamppost.with a curled moustache.
"Do you think he is the person we’re looking for Nak?" said Darmi
excitedly, leaning into my ear.
"Yes children, I am. You will be my wizard apprentices,” he said, as if it
were one of the most normal things to say.
I looked at him; he was still a deep purple
lamppost. He was looking down at us with a hint of
a smile on his face – if the flat surface of a pole
with a moustache could actually be called a
face.
“Now I will show you something very important.
But I can not show you here. Follow me."
So we follow the talking lamppost as it glided
along the ground. What's the worst that could
happen?
TO BE CONTINUED.
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