8-Ball

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Eddie Edwards III has had a normal, boring life. That is, until he finds a magic 8-ball that seems to make things he asks it come true.
However, things start happening that are out of Eddie's control. Will he be able to stop these events and save his friends and family in time?

Submitted: November 13, 2007

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Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes, she was here. The girl he had dreamt about since 6th grade was sitting in his living room right now; he could hear her melodious voice drifting down the hall. Like a fly to a lamp, he came, creeping along the wall down the hallway toward the sound. He peered around the corner to see her sitting on the old blue couch that took up most of the living room. As she turned to look, he could have sworn God made her hair swoosh in slow-motion and the light from the window reflect right on her flowing brown locks. She was a model, and angel, the embodiment of beauty.
“Oh, hi Ed. Nice jammies.” Krystal said, her voice shimmering like her name.
Oh no, thought Eddie, looking down. He couldn’t believe it. Cowboy jammies! This is not happening!
“Of course it isn’t happening,” Krystal laughed, her voice turning deep and ragged. “How would I be able to do this?”
And with that, she turned into a giant octopus; her once beautiful silk skin dissolved into dark slimy tentacles, flowing over the room, and towards Eddie.
“NO!” He shouted, jumping out of his damp sheets and falling face-first onto the floor. Once again, another nightmare has come and taken his beloved away.
“Eddie Weddie, get out of beddie.” Came his mom’s familiar voice down the hallway. “You’re going to miss the bus if you don’t hurry.”
And so, Edward Finis Edwards, III started another day. Oatmeal for breakfast, $2.50 for lunch, homework checked and placed in his bookbag on the couch, glasses on table, it was the good life.
With a kiss from his mom, and a quick grab of his stuff, he was off to walk the two blocks to catch the bus. Head down, he was just about to reach the stop when he noticed, my glasses!
Turning around, he rushed back to his house to find it locked. How could this get any worse? He wondered. Just then, the bus drove pass. Figures.

Regardless of his optical needs, Eddie strapped him bag closer his back and began his walk to school.
After about fifteen minutes, three bookbag adjusts, and six wedgie picks, Eddie had to stop.

“Why did my dad have to be a staple salesman? Why not a track star or swimmer?” He complained, sitting on the sidewalk. He thought about continuing his journey until a gar flew past, swerving on the road. A dark object was flung out the window, nearly hitting Eddie as he huffed his way onto his feet. The car continued to swerve until it curved around the turn and ran into a tree.
Eddie quickly grabbed the object and took the only advice his dad had given him, he ran.

He huffed and puffed until he couldn’t see the accident anymore, then looked at the blurry object in his hand. “It’s one of the magic 8-ball things, cool” he turned it over, feeling the class part containing the tiny prism. He could just make out the writing on it.

He looked up at how far he had gotten, he had a long way to go still. “Urgh. I just wish there was no school.” He gazed back at the black ball in his hand, and began shaking it. “Will the school be hit by a tornado today?” he asked it.
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:
Yes
“Ha, cool.” He exclaimed, continuing his walk, he was starting to see the town ahead, the flags on the mast blowing in the wind. He passed an ice-cream shop, “Will I get free ice-cream today?” he asked the ball.
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:
Yes
Just then, an ice-cream truck screamed by and stopped just ahead of Eddie.
“Hey kid, I just got laid off. Want some ice-cream?” The guy inside yelled out the window.
“Sure, you don’t have to ask me twice.” Eddie stepped forward and received the box of assorted pops and ices the man gave him. With that, the truck went speeding off. Weird.
“I wonder what this thing can do.” He said looking at the mysterious 8-ball. He hefted the box of ice-cream onto a bench near the fire station. “But first, will I find my glasses?” He asked the ball, shaking it.
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:
Yes
Eddie waited, but not glasses magically appeared. “I didn’t think so,” He said to the ball with a sigh, placing it on the bench. He then began to open the box containing his ice-cream, inside to his amazement, were his glasses. “Holy cow!” He cried, jamming them on his head. “It does work.”
Leaving the ice-cream, he started down the sidewalk. “Will become rich?” He asked.
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:
Yes
As he turned the corner, he found an old burlap sack. Upon opening it, Eddie found more money than he had ever seen in his life. This he quickly placed in his bookbag, and kept walking. “Will I ever date Krystal?” He said, thinking of the dream that morning.
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:
Yes
His cheeks became flushed as he read the word. “Sweet!” he shouted, picking up his pace. Something jabbed him in the hip and he reached in to find a note.
Eddie,
Please see me today after 3rd period. I’d really like to talk to you.
Xoxo Krystal
“This is unreal,” he said to himself, looking at the note again, reading it again. That’s when he noticed his watch. “I’m not going to make it to 3rd period!” Eddie couldn’t believe it, his one chance with the girl of his dreams, and he was going to blow it because he missed the bus. “Hold the phone,” he said looking once again at the ball. “Will I make it to school before 3rd period ends?” He asked, begging.
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:
Yes
As soon as the purple liquid stopped, a taxi stopped in front of Eddie.
“Hey little dude, need a ride to school? Hop in.”
Eddie was unhesitant, and jumped into the back seat, thanking the 8-ball under his breath. In five minutes they were pulling up to the school, 3rd period was nearly over.
“Here, take it all.” Rushed Eddie throwing the bookbag at the driver, and running down the hall as the bell rang.
He found Krystal walking away from the classroom, her hair blowing in the wind. “Hey Krystal, wait up. I’m here.” He ran up to her, waving his hand. Although it was only a little past 11 on his watch, a shadow had fallen over the school.
“Eddie, I’m so glad you made it. I wanted to-” She suddenly cut herself off and, wide mouthed, pointed at the sky. Eddie turned and looked at the huge, dark mass forming in the clouds. How could I? He thought.
“I left the 8-ball in the cab!” He cried. “I left it! I left it!”
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Juan Gonzales was a happy man as he drove home early. That kid must be loco. He thought, patting the bag in the passenger seat. This is one crazy storm. Peering in the rearview mirror at the way he had come. Until he noticed something in the backseat. What the? He quickly reached back and picked up the dark ball. He turned the 8-ball in his hand, chuckling.
“Oh great magic 8-ball.” He said, taking to himself, “Will I become the President?”
The darkness swirled and became foggy, the prism spun inside, the writing was cloudy and faint:


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