Watch What You Ask For

Watch What You Ask For (you just might get it). This weird little story came about because I dared myself to write a fairytale using only 2 notebook pages (I have a little problem with brevity ok?). So I did it! Yay! But yeah...it's a bit weird ;) ~Becky~

Once upon a time, there was a hunchbacked teenage boy named Michael. Michael was in a band, and spent all his free hours composing slightly creepy songs for the girl he loved, Wendy.

Sadly, Wendy did not love Michael in return. Wendy was practically unaware that Michael existed, except as "that weird guy who always stares at me from across the caffeteria at school." Michael was beside himself. How could he make Wendy like him?

So one day, he saw an ad for a Guru who lived high in the Hollywood hills and would give guidance to troubled souls...for a fee of course.

Michael took all of his savings and went to the Guru.

The Guru lived in a pale pink mansion surrounded by stone fountains and statues. Inside the house was dark and smelled like cinnamon, except for the room lit with candles where the Guru, a young woman with silver dyed hair and big hoop earrings, sat gazing into a crystal; this room smelled of jasmine and insense.

"So you want this girl to love you?" The Guru asked, her eyes unreadable.

Michael gulped. "More than anything!" he whispered.

"All right then, if you are sure that is what you really want." The Guru replied solemnly.

"Yes!" Michael yelped.

Suddenly the room became pitch black and Michael seemed to be spinning around and around. He screamed and thrashed around wildly. Then there was a huge "pop!" and Michael heaved a sigh as everything became light and ordinary again. The only thing was, he seemed to not be in the Guru's house anymore. In fact, he seemed to be on the steps outside of...could it be?

Just then, the door at the top of the steps opened, and there was Wendy's miraculous face, suddenly transfigured with joy. And she was staring right at him!

"Wendy!" Michael started to say, but found he couldn't talk.

"Oh Mother!" Wendy cried joyfully, "How did you know I wanted a cat?"