The Wishing Star

The Wishing Star

By Yoav Schwartz

          Chapter 1

           Messing up

 

The Presser’s family was medium.

 There was Maya, the oldest.

  There was Julia, the second oldest.

   There was Lucy, the third oldest.

    And Katy, the youngest.

         And their parents.

One fine day, the night had been so long so the sun, in a such wrath, breaking up to the sky, a noise was heard so. A spank of light covered the earth as the awful screech expelled all other sounds not only but woke up everyone for no reason. But Maya had already cooked up with some reasons. “It’s Karen!” she yelled. Karen loved tubas. At least one-hundred times more than the Pressers. 

March 9, 2008