The Wishing-Well Spell
Today is Friday, and that means it’s park day!
My best friends and I go to the park every Friday after school. Today we head straight to the basketball court.
I love the court because it’s the best place to ro-o-oll on my skateboard. Lily loves it because it’s the best place to play basketball. And Jasmine loves it because it’s the best place to draw on the smooth surface with sidewalk chalk. It’s the perfect place for us. Obviously.
I slalom around Lily. ZOOMIE! ZOOM! ZOOM! She dunks a three-pointer or whatever.
I whiz past Jasmine. ZOOMIE! ZOOM! ZOOM! She’s drawing a picture of Posey.
“Hi, Posey!” I shout as I fly by.
The picture of Posey pops to life—as in, real life.
“Hi, guys!” he shouts back.
I’m so distracted that I skate right into Lily.
Lily and I bumble-tumble to the ground.
“Oopsy-daisy!” I cry. Lily and I untangle ourselves and check for scrapes.
“Are you okay?” everyone asks at the exact same time!
“JINX!” we shout, and then we crack up. We are definitely best friends.
“I’m fine,” Lily says, “except my basketball flew way over the fence!”
I jump to my feet and brush myself off. “Well, I’m okay too,” I say. “I’m sorry I crashed into you.” Then I reach out my hand and help Lily. “Come on. Let’s go find that basketball!”
We race around the fence to search through the bushes and check behind trees.
“Found it!” Jasmine cries.
Lily’s basketball is sitting beside the old town well.
“Wow!” Posey exclaims. “I haven’t seen one of these in years!”
“Seen one of what?” Lily asks. “A basketball?”
“No, that!” He points to the well. “Do you know what that is?”
“It’s an old water well,” I say, like no big whoop, because that well has been sitting here my whole life and probably two lifetimes before that. It’s made of stones and has a worn-out roof with weeds growing over it. I’m pretty sure the world forgot it existed.