At my words, Lucy looked at me strangely, as if she was afraid of me and thought I'd gone crazy. "
Janet, it's definitely just a coincidence. I bet the elevators broke down, and that's why all those people left. Come on, you'll see for yourself!" she said in a broken voice, leading me to the elevators. Honestly, I was starting to doubt that people had dispersed just because I'd asked them to. However, as we approached the elevators, they were working perfectly! The lights were on, all the buttons were working. Lucy almost covered her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming. But beneath the mask of disbelief, fear lurked in her eyes. It was so clear it made my skin heat up. However, Lucy pushed the terrifying sight from her eyes and tried to calm herself. After a moment, she regained her composure and blinked rapidly.
"So, are we going to the third floor, or are we staying here?" I finally couldn't take it anymore. I had to break the terrible silence.
"Yes. It's best if we finally get moving," Lucy replied, making a move as if to enter the elevator, but at the last moment she changed her mind. "But let's take the stairs, okay?"
I agreed. I knew how much my legs hurt, but like Lucy, I had no intention or desire to get in the elevator.
We slowly climbed the next floors. Neither Lucy nor I said a word. I knew what was going on in my friend's head. There was a fierce battle between what her parents had taught her (they were very reasonable people. They believed everything had a logical explanation) and what she had seen a few minutes ago. We didn't talk much as we walked around the store. Lucy bought herself a cute blouse and matching pants. We were going home.
"Want an ice cream, Janet? I have some change left. It's enough for two," she asked.
"I'd love to," I replied. I'd been craving something sweet for a while now. We popped into a pastry shop and emerged with huge vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream sundaes.
I couldn't wait to get home! I decided that as soon as I got home, I'd call the fortune teller and ask if she had a moment for me. If so, I'd run to her house. However, if she was busy, I'd go to hers anyway.
As we were walking through town, I asked a random passerby what time it was. "
It's five-seven, young lady," he replied. Personally, I hate it when anyone calls me "young lady." It makes me feel silly, even though I'm only fifteen. But never mind. Lucy flinched slightly when I told her the time.
"What happened?" I asked. "
Mommy's going to give me a good shout," Lucy replied quietly.
"Why?"
"First of all, I was supposed to be home by four, and secondly, because of all the fuss about... err..." she stammered for a few seconds, "the elevators, I forgot to buy her nail polish." she said, making a miserable face.
"Don't worry, Lucy. I can give you some." I tried to comfort her, but it didn't seem to have the desired effect. At least, that's what I thought.
"Would you really do that for me?" Lucy asked hopefully.
"Yes, because that's what friends are for, right?"
"Oh, Janet!" she exclaimed, and started hugging me and thanking me profusely.
From then on, we chatted the rest of the way as if nothing had happened.
Lucy had to make a long detour, but she wanted to please her mom, so she came home with me. When we got there, I gave her one of my nicer nail polishes. Lucy set off for her house.
As soon as I closed the door behind her friend, I ran to the phone and dialed the fortune teller's number. After three rings, the tired voice of an older woman answered:
"Hello? This is the fortune-telling and magic salon. How can I help you?" "
Good morning, Fortune-teller," I greeted politely.
"Oh, is that you, Janet? What are you calling about, dear?"
"I'm calling because I want to talk to you... I absolutely must tell you about some very strange things. But this conversation isn't suitable for a phone call. Do you have any free time?
" "Of course! I'm waiting for you. See you.
" "Thank you. I'm on my way to see you." After saying that, I slammed the receiver down so hard I was afraid I'd broken it. But luckily, it was still intact. I dressed quickly and ran out into the street.
I ran the three blocks from my house to the fortune-teller's salon. When I finally saw the fortune-telling salon, I slowed down a bit because I didn't want her to scold me for coming to her sweating like a tomboy who'd just finished playing soccer. The fortune teller was waiting for me on the threshold of the cottage.
"You ran again! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" the fortune teller grumbled, as was her habit. "
I'm sorry, ma'am. I won't," I replied as usual. The fortune teller didn't have a very good memory, so I could repeat the same thing next time.
"What was it you came to me about today?" the fortune teller asked. She liked to get straight to the point. "Let's sit in the living room," she said, leading me to a small, stuffy room.
"I have to tell you what happened today," I began hesitantly, relaying everything unusual that had happened. The fortune teller nodded significantly and said,
"I know why this is happening. Well, you were here yesterday, right? And I told you something would happen that would change your life forever, right?
" "Yes. But what does that have to do with today's events?" I asked impatiently.
"I'll show you something," she said mysteriously, and walked over to a large sideboard against the wall. From behind one of the glass panels, she pulled out several small pebbles. "These pebbles are for magic," she explained. She placed them on the table in front of me. "Take each pebble in your right hand, one at a time, and if you feel one getting warm, it will mean it belongs to you, Janet." "And don't worry if a few get cold, just put them down immediately and take another," she added after a few seconds, and I immediately got to work. I took the first pebble: it was colder than ice, the second and third were similar. However, when I picked up the fourth pebble, I felt a pleasant warmth.
"This one is warm!" I exclaimed with delight. "
Bravo, Janet. And that means you're one of the Witches," the Fairy announced solemnly.
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