My name is Abby, Abby Briggs. I've had some pretty strange things happen in my life, but nothing as strange as this.
It all started last Monday afternoon. I was doing my homework and it was 4:00 p.m. Then the door bell rang. I went out to the front to see who was there. A package lay upon the front porch step, I glanced at the address. It read:
Miss A. Briggs
Number 3 Longdale Road
I thought to myself "Could this be right? I never get packages."
brought the brown packaged parcel inside and proceeded to open it. After
opening five boxes, all smaller than the next, I finally reached the
last box. I opened it up and there I saw a pair of bright pink, large
rimmed glasses. The ugliest pair of glasses I'd ever seen in my whole
"Hello, Miranda Briggs' office, how may I help you?" said a soft slang type voice.
"Is my mom there, Myra? This is Abby."
"Oh, hi doll, no your mother is at a trial, you know the life of a lawyer don't you, doll?"
I hung up the phone right away, and quickly dialed my mom's cellphone.
I got grounded for interrupting her trial. Apparently she was alright.
The next day before school started I was walking with her up the
stairs when I remembered the vision. I told her to tie up her shoes or
she would trip and everyone would laugh at her. She didn't listen, that
girl can be very stubborn sometimes. To her surprise, she fell. What do
you know, I was right. She ran down to the washroom crying and didn't
come out until first block.
I mailed the glasses away but they reappeared on my bed. I smashed them and the glass when right back together. I dropped them off my friend's apartment building. They appeared back on my face. Finally I was about to give up, but then I saw a little girl. She was squinting, trying to read a book. I gave her my glasses and she could see perfectly. The glasses never showed her anything but how to read. And she kept them to read books forever!
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