So, o’bearer mine, ever wonder what happens when you mess with the supernatural? Well, luckily for you ,o’bearer mine, I’ve got the story just for you. “Who am I?” you may ask, but that is not important for now. So, let us begin our story, shall we, o’bearer mine?\ My story starts in a small town, about one thousand people living here. I had a friend named Timothy. He was well built, and well dressed. Timothy was apart of multiple sports, sometimes at the same time. Me on the other hand? I was overweight, and mostly dressed in graphic tees and sweatpants. Along with not doing sports I was basically the opposite of Timothy. Timothy was of the mischievous sort, always getting into trouble one way or another. This time though? I think he went too far. We had a trip to a museum that just opened because of the recent bone findings nearby and because our teacher, Mrs. Snowmane, was wanting to meet the staff. Our teacher’s last name was both literal and just a last name.

. She had long white hair and was constantly dressed in older clothes. It was a nice, breezy fall day, and today was the day for the trip. As the bus gets there we are told to stay with the group, but I knew Timothy was going to ignore that rule. Everyone in class gets off the bus, and we headed inside. Mrs. Snowmane stated, “This may seem like a fun trip, but you all need to pay attention! There will be a test at the end of the trip, and those who stray from the group will get a 0 on the test” Her statement got a collective groan from every one of us. “Now hush, our guide will be here shortly, so I need you on your best behavior,” Mrs. Snowmane said. Soon a well-built man in his 30s walked in front of us.

“Hello, I am your guide for today,” the man told us, “My name is Jacob, and we will begin the tour in a minute, but first, some rules!” “Oh great” Timothy whispered sarcastically in my ear, which got a chuckle out of me. Jacob started on telling us the rules, “Rule 1: Don’t leave the group. Rule 2: No touching the Exhibits. Rule 3: If an area says restricted don’t go into that area. Rule 4- “ Alex, one of the know it all’s in class asked, “wouldn’t rule 1 mean there wouldn’t need to be rule 3?” Jacob sighed, “Yes, but that hasn’t stopped people from going off to the restricted section. Anyways, Rule # 4: don’t be rude to the staff, and Rule # 5: Stay in a nice and ordered line. Now, any questions before we go in?” Timothy was the only one to raise his hand, so he asked, “And what if we don’t follow any of the rules?” Jacob was about to answer when Mrs. Snowmane interjected, “If you break any of the rules you will fail the test”

Jacob then gets to answer himself, “and we would have to ban you from the museum. Now, come along so we can begin” Jacob then heads inside with Mrs. Snowmane following, and then the rest of us following behind both of the adults. After we got inside, we headed to the first exhibit, and I stuck with Timothy. Timothy, of course, touched each of the exhibits we passed by when Mrs. Snowmane and Jacob weren’t looking. For our small town the museum was rather large, and it was deceptively large from the outside and walking inside. Timothy then startled me when he tapped my shoulder and whispered to me, “Hey, look over there, “ He was pointing out a large doorway that had the words restricted on it, “lets go check it out” I gave a sigh then numbly stated, “Id rather not get in trouble and fail this stupid quiz.” He immediately gave me a response, “Come on, we will be gone for a minute, they wont even notice we are gone” “Fine, but we better be back before lunch” I retorted.

“You’ll get your food, now come one” He chuckled at his little joke and began heading to the restricted area with me sneaking behind him. I held open the curtain as he entered, then I followed in behind him. It was almost completely dark in the room, save for the light coming in from the skylights above. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked my friend. “Of course! Are you just scared of the dark?” Timothy laughed at his comeback and walked on. I gave a quiet sigh and followed my friend, until he ran up ahead and I lost sight of him. “Timothy? Where did you go?” I asked, with fear creeping into my voice. I began walking around, continuing to call for my friend, “Timothy, this isn’t funny.” I started looking around for a flashlight, a light switch, or anything to help with the darkness, but then creaking sound came from behind me so I turn around while swinging my fist. My fist connected with Timothy’s nose, and it started bleeding.

“Wow dude, jumpy much?” Timothy asked while holding his nose. “You know how I am Timothy” I replied with a sigh as I grabbed a tissue from the supply I have just in case he decided to try and scare me, which he has before. “Yea, yea, just come over here and check what I found” He said before taking the tissue and running off with me following behind him. After a good few minutes of walking through the area we come across a skull, not human, not dinosaur, and not any other living or extinct creature we knew of, but definitely a skull. “It’s pretty cool right?” he asked. “It does look cool, but what is it?” I ask, then realizing quickly what his response I add, “what is it the skull of?” “I don’t know, and I really don’t care” With that response he goes and picks up the skull, “Hey, it looks like it could fit on someone’s shoulder.” “What do you mean?” Curiosity compelling me to ask.

“It looks like it was cut to be a shoulder pad on someone,” He then put the weird looking skull on my shoulder, and oddly enough the skull fit perfectly on my shoulder, “I wonder if there is another skull somewhere.” He started running around while I followed, hoping to find another skull. “O’Bearer mine, how I’ve missed having someone to talk to,” said a voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. “W-who’s there?” I look around quickly, with Timothy turning to look at me. “Your trying to get me back for all those times I scared you, isn’t that right?” Timothy chuckled, “Well it isn’t going to work Xavier.” The voice then came back, “Do not be afraid o’bearer mine, I mean no harm to you, or your friend.” “I-I’m not trying to scare you Tim, someone is talking to me” I try to state the truth to my friend, but he just walks off chuckling to himself, leaving me and the voice alone.

“O’Bearer mine, is he really a friend, or is he using you like a pawn?” The voice then gave a low chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. “Are you still scared?” “w-well yes, I am still scared” I continue looking around for the source of the voice. “Well, O’bearer mine, just make a wish and I will make those fears disappear, unless of course, you have another wish you would like” The voice responds. “H-how do I know this isn’t a trick?” I ask, being skeptical and scared. “Just make a wish O’Bearer mine, for I am quite munificent with my gifts” The specious voice answers.

“F-fine, I wish for Tim to stop using me” And with that one wish, I sealed my friend’s fate. “What a great wish O’bearer mine, and a wish that shall be granted” The voice replied, and shortly after a scream resonated throughout the room. “W-what was that?” I then run to go find the source of the scream only to find Timothy’s body with a hole in his chest, like he was shot with a gun. “Reality is the finest of flesh, O’bearer mine, are you not hungry?” The voice’s deep chuckle resonated throughout the room, instead of just in my mind. I quickly check Timothy’s pulse only to find that there was none. “W-why did you kill him?!” At this point I was freaking out about the voice and its powers.

“I just followed your wish, O’Bearer mine, do you wish for something else now?” If the voice had a face it would be grinning. “I-I wish for my friend back!” As I state my wish the voice’s chuckle comes back. “Your wish is granted O’Bearer mine” The skull lifts from my shoulder and onto Timothy’s head. The body then sits up and looks me and smiles. “O’Bearer mine, I must thank you for freeing me’ “T-this isn’t what I wished for!” I was frozen in place by fear as I watch the body stand up. “The thing with wishes, O’Bearer mine, is that they need to be specific, and for a price” The chuckle now comes from my friend’s dead mouth, “and this is the price of your wishes” End for now

thanks its not finished yet this assignment was supposed to be 4 pages im on 6

:> im having fun in my english class for once