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Still Careful What You Wish For	By : shikiblade Category: G through L > Goosebump Series Views: 4950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight
Later that night, Daniel went home. He had snuck out minutes before mum and dad got home. I had no idea what tomorrow was going to be like, and I was looking forward to finding out.
I headed to school with the biggest smile on my face. I kept an eye out for Daniel and saw him in my science class. During recess we sat and talked. We agreed to keep last night quiet for the time being, and that we would work on being friends. Bronson, who suspected quickly something was up, was a tad unsure but willing to accept Daniel and I were working on being friends. He invited him to have lunch with us and Rebecca.
This is where things started to go a bit south. As we were talking about different teachers we liked and hated, Corey walked up.
“What have you done?” he demanded of me.
While this was very similar to last night, I prayed he wasn’t going to ask me to bend him over the cafeteria table.
“Nothing at all. I approached Daniel peacefully and he wanted to reconcile,” I explained.
“BULLSHIT!” Corey roared at the top of his voice.
“No shit,” Daniel answered for me.
“What’s with you? Become a fag lover?” Corey snapped. Daniel balled up a fist but I stopped him.
“Corey, settle down. You can sit and chat with us, I’m…”
“I wouldn’t sit with you if it meant saving my life,” Corey spat before balling up a fist. It nearly collided with my head when his fist was caught by a passing teacher, who dragged him off for detention.

I thought that would have been the end of it, however that was wrong. I got home to find the word “FAG!” spray-painted onto the driveway. Mum, who was home not two minutes later, was on the phone to the police. Corey was accused and questioned, and this seemed to provoke him even more.
The following days he was more loud and threatening than usual. I had taken his best friend away from him because I had helped Daniel realize who he was. If Corey hadn’t been such a dick, I’d have been willing to try and do the same.
Thursday was the height of it all when Corey had made a second attempt to beat me up and was threatened with suspension. I was walking home, making sure Corey was nowhere near me when I heard a raven cry out and Clarissa appeared.
“You’re still not happy!” she said in a very motherly tone.
“Well, that is not exactly true Clarissa,” I said. “I’m just thinking my last wish should have gone further.”
“I’m sorry,” Clarissa said. “However this is a consequence you will have to live with.”
“I know,” I replied with a frown. “Still, thank you for everything Clarissa,” I continued with a smile. Things were better. Daniel was a friend, Corey would get over his anger and I could continue with my life.
“Now, I’d like my crystal back,” Clarissa said, extending a hand. I put my hand to my neck then remembered I hadn’t worn it since the night Daniel had visited.
“It’s at home,” I explained. “Do you want to come with me and get it?” I asked.
“Very well! I want to hear all about your new found friendship,” Clarissa replied with a smile. So I walked with her towards home. We rounded the last corner when I stopped dead. There was a police car outside the house. Clarissa, who had been saying something, also stopped, and closed her eyes for a moment.
“Can you come back later?” I asked, but didn’t really wait for a response. I ran with my bike to the house and dropped it on the front lawn when I arrived. Inside mum was talking to a policeman.
“Oh, Jerry,” mum called when I arrived. I ran in.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Jerry, someone broke into the house and… and…” mum paused.
“”And what?” I asked, panicked.
“Your room,” mum managed on the verge of tears. I ran upstairs. My door was open and another police officer was taking photos. My bed was ripped, furniture busted and FAG sprayed on my wardrobe in blood red paint. I looked at my desk where I had dropped the necklace Clarissa had given me. The desk had not been overturned, but things were everywhere.
“Can I look for something?” I asked.
“Sure,” the officer said. “I’m done here.” He left and I started going over my desk. My piggy bank had been emptied; a good watch I got for my sixteenth was gone, as was a silver ring I wore occasionally, and the necklace.
“Any ideas who did this?” the policeman asked.
“Oh yeah,” I fumed.

That evening, my room had been straightened out, Corey had been questioned and let go for the time being (apparently) and Dad and I had scrubbed off the graffiti as best as we could.
I had taken Clarissa’s card and dialed the number. It rang three times then disconnected. I looked about for Clarissa, listened for a raven, but she didn’t appear. I felt really guilty and wanted to apologize to her.
About half an hour later there was a knock at my bedroom door.
“Jerry this just arrived,” Rhys said. He passed me a letter that was hand-addressed. From the fancy scroll and the red wax seal, I knew it was Clarissa’s writing. I opened the envelope and found a brief note inside.

Dear Jerry,
Do not worry about my crystal necklace; I know who has it and where it is. So do you, as it will turn out. Just remember, you are not the only one who should be careful what they wish for.
It was nice meeting and working with you,
Clarissa!

I looked at Rhys and gave a small smile. I had just worked out what she was planning.

With lunch time the next day came the perfect opportunity. I was sitting with Bronson, Rebecca and Daniel as we discussed our homework, when Corey turned up with one of the other school bullies and apparent acquaintance in tow.
“Busy discussing fashion fags?” he asked. He wasn’t aiming for a fight. He clearly didn’t want to be suspended, so he had gone back to bullying through words only. I stood up to look at Corey in the eye and meet his challenge.
“You’re a thief,” I told him.
“Never prove it,” he jeered. I looked down and saw the string of the crystal necklace around his neck.
“You must get so sick of this,” I pointed out.
“Sick of what?” he asked disgustedly.
“Seeing me with your best friend, getting on so well and probably in a better friendship than he ever had with you,”
“Fuck you,” Corey snapped.
“Gee, bet you wish you didn’t have to put up with that,” I retorted, baiting. I looked up in time to see Clarissa standing across the room. No one seemed to be taking notice of this rather eccentric woman in the middle of the school cafeteria, but that was seemingly par for the course with Clarissa.
“You’re right. I wish I didn’t have to see you sorry bunch of faggots again,” Corey snapped back, trying to sound smart. There was a flash of red light, and I am not sure if Corey even saw it. He simply walked away, and that was that.
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