The Worst Magic Trick Ever
by Terra, fourth grade writer
I awoke to the sun glaring through my window. Quickly I got dressed and ran down to the coffee shop where they would be holding the interactive magic shows. It was so early that I was starved, so I rushed up to the counter and asked for a mint-flavored hot chocolate, a blueberry muffin, a crumbleberry coffeecake, and a small glass of decaf coffee.
Then I rushed back through the crowd to my table where I could see the arriving magicians. I gobbled down the blueberry muffin and washed it down my throat with half of the hot chocolate, burning my throat on the way down to my stomach. I breathed out, and the steam rose from my breath, forming a cloud in front of my face. That filled me up a lot, so I slowly drank the rest of my hot chocolate.
By the time that my hot chocolate was finished, the magicians were packing up. One of them came over to me and took my glass of coffee. He waved his magic wand over the coffee, muttered some words, then handed my coffee back to me. I felt special as the crowd stood to watch me drink the enchanted coffee.
The steaming hot drink wiggled its way into my already full stomach. I suddenly felt the hairs on my arms and legs stand stick up, then everything seemed to whiz by and I felt very tired.
The next think I knew I was lying in my bed surrounded by posters of famous magicians. Only one of them held an evil smirk and a wide grin stretching from eye to eye. I pulled down my magician calendar and flipped through the month until I found the current month of November. I skimmed my eyes over the photograph of Count Daracule, the magician with the evil grin. In this photo he was laughing while holding his wand over a cup of coffee. His eyes were still as black as coals with the fiery glint in them.
I could feel the hair on my arms and legs standing stiff. His name reminded me of Count Dracula.
I ran to the coffee shop, which was now closed. I reached towards my back and pulled out the safety pin holding up my shirt. I slid the safety pin into the keyhole and punctured the lock. The door slowly slid open. Just as I had hoped, the enchanted coffee was still splattered all over the ground. I took the sponge out of my pocket and soaked all the coffee up. I put the sponge back in the holeless bag and slid stealthily out of the coffee shop locking the door behind me.
I ran down to the chemistry lab and up to my boss. He took the sponge in the bag and brought them to the microscope. After 10 minutes of studying the sponge, he told me that I was poisoned.
I ran home and went back to sleep. The day had been tiring.