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Thoughts with a Chance of Wishing


The news of the excitement that would come that night first came to Annabeth at work. At work where she still glanced at the autopsy of Mr. Evans wondering what was going to happen now that the police had more information about his death. Pondering the next moves of her new police officer friend, Linh, Annabeth was startled by the sound of someone entering her office. It was one of the fellow nurses, informing her about the shooting star that would across over the town.

The gears inside Annabeth’s head began to spin. What should she wish for? Was there anything she wanted enough to wish upon a star? As Annabeth racked her brain, she could sense that everyone in the town was doing the same thing as her. Trying to find the best wish for the situation. One half of Annabeth wanted to wish for something material, like new shoes or a raise at work. But the other half knew there was something more sentimental she could wish for.

The sentimental half won.

Peering out her window, Annabeth almost missed it. The bright light that shot across the sky. It came as fast, if you blinked at the wrong time, you would have missed it. The brief flash that illuminated her apartment had brought out her inner child in. Every kid wishes on shooting stars, but Annabeth never got the chance. So she took it now and wished for what she decided to do before.

As the bright shooting star flew across the sky, Annabeth wished for everything in the town to return to normal. She wasn’t quite sure how that would happen, she really just wanted everyone to be happy. Deep down, she knew that the only way for this town to return to normal was if Mr. Evans’ murder was caught. It would eliminate the anxiety people faced in the street when they walked alone at night. It would also bring a sense of tranquillity as the person who had done something terrible would have been caught.

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