There was a girl with short platinum blond hair, a pixie cut, blue eyes, and a small tattoo of a daisy, done in black, on her right underarm.
She was a happy, accepting, easygoing and goofy kind of girl. She smiled a lot.
Next door lived this guy and his three friends. They were all the same age. They didn't know the girl really well, they knew that they were neighbors and they must have gone to school together, but they weren't overly close. They just had a neighborly relationship.
These guys were goof offs. They were always playing video games or jumping in their car and turning the music up loud and driving fast and laughing loudly. They didn't seem to have any responsibilities.
The girl would watch them. And based on their actions she labeled them as goof offs and then went back to living her life.
The girl had a handful of large, pretty feathers. These feathers could grant wishes, but only for certain people.
The mark on the girls arm indicated that she was a "wishmaker", and could use the feathers.
There were two girls in an old, beat up car- one caucasian, with blue eyes and brown hair, and the other who was tan with brown hair and tawney eyes. They were cousins. They knew about the people called wishmakers and were looking for them.
One day an evil wishmaker used one of their feathers and wished that the guys house would catch on fire, and the people inside would be too distracted to notice that they were being burned alive.
There was an inferno engulfing the house, and it was spreading throughout the neighborhood. There was a tunnel of trees lining the street of their neighborhood, and it was going up in flames, fast. But the people in the house continued laughing through the gagging and smoke poisoning. They kept playing video games even though their skin was melting. Like fanatics. They were obsessed, and wouldn't look away from the TV.
The girl saw and ran into the house to rescue them and wish away the fire, but as soon as she entered the house she got distracted too.
Not all the guys that lived in the house were home. One of them came back from the store and found his house and the rest of the neighborhood burning. At this point it's revealed that he was also a wishmaker, and he ran into the flaming tunnel of trees to wish that the people in the fire would regain their awareness and escape. The spell was broken and they managed to get out of the burning house, but they were horrified to see how much it had spread when they got outside. One of the other guys ran into the burning tunnel to wish away the fire. The fire dissapeared from the neighborhood, and amazingly nothing was damaged. Charred trees were back to normal and melted skin looked as though it had never been touched by the fire. The house stood clean and bright like nothing had ever happened.
Nobody came walking triumphantly out of the tunnel. Oh no, the girl thought, he sacrificed himself to stop the fire.
Even though the effects of the flames had disappeared, there was a crashed car in the tunnel of trees. The thick smoke of the fire had caused the crash. There were two girls inside, the cousins searching for a wishmaker. They hit the boy who had come home from the store and wished the spell on his friends would be broken. None of them survived the crash.
The one who had ran into the tunnel to stop the fire was tangled up in the trees. He appeared unconscious or dead. The girl and the other boy ran under the tree and stared up at him, wondering how to get him down. Branches snapped, and he fell to the ground, landing on his head. With a sinking feeling they realized that if he wasn't dead when he was up the tree, he probably was now.
The girl knelt down next to him with her many feathers. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to heal dead people but she was going to try anyway. She noticed he had a huge, deep gash going up his right underarm, all the way to the bone- his arm was flayed. Under the skin, on his bone he had a tattoo of a black daisy.
Ah, so he had been a wishmaker the entire time. It was really something special when you were one on the inside.
She used three or four of her feathers to heal his arm and his head and neck. She also wished that he would wake up and be no different than before. He woke up.
Then she used another three or four feathers to heal the guy who was hit by the car and had saved them from the house. He also woke up, alive and healthy.
But by then she was out of magic feathers and couldn't do anything for the two girls.
She hugged her dead boys that she had rescued and they hugged her, and everybody was grateful that they were alive and the fire was gone.
The end!
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