Randy hated highschool. He wasn't a jock, he wasn't a geek, he
wasn't in any clubs or on any sports team. He wasn't stupid but
he wasn't stupid either. There was no niche for him, he was a
loner, he was a 'wasn't'.
He didn't look forword to returning home either. Even the
tortures of school were better than a drunk dad in one house,
over protective mother in another, and older step-sister in the
third. He had nowwhere to call home.
When Randy was feeling bad for himself, which was often, he
would skip school and wander around in the forest behind the
school. Because of his constant bouncing between homes it
was easy to lie and say someone else had already seen his
grades was easy, no one cared anyway exept for his siter who
he just had to give hurt puppy dog eyes and get a quick lecture
on work ethics than an odd hug.
Today Randy was wandering amlissly around the forest like
usual when he spotted a small brown box on the ground by a
log.
He picked it up and opened it, expecting drugs or a
dismembered finger to be inside but insteard there was a large
blueish jewel on a silver necklace. He shut it and quickly
pocketed it then ran in the opposite derection. he didn't want the
owner to come back and have him arested.
When he reached the edge of the soccer feilds he sat down. He
slowly opened the lid agian as if to make sure it was still there. It
was, glowing faintly in the sun. He pulled it out and held it in his
hand.
It was about four inches long and had an oval shape. Like a tear
he thought. Mabye he could pawn it then move away. Yeah that
sounded nice, moving far away.
He went to put his treasure back in the case when he stopped.
Lying at the botom of the box was a small folded peice of paper.
He laid the stone in the grass and took the peice of paper out.
It wasn't old or winkled or burnd like it should have been, Randy
had always pictured things like this to be old and crusted. But
instead it was just a normal folded peice of printer paper. Oh
well.
He turned the paper over and unfolded it. Printed on the paper
was the following:
'To whoever has found God's tear,
I am sorry to have left you with such a curse. The stone you now
have is a horrible burden. It has the power to change things. It
can change water to wine, male to female, cat to dog, good to
evil. To use this power turn the stone three times in your hand
and concentrate on what you want to change. I can tell you no
more.
Sencerly
Bathomos'
Randy stared at the note, but his thoughts were cut short by the
ringing of the final bell. He swiftly shoved the box and stone ino
his backpack. He could see if this worked at home. Today was
Friday so he was going to...