The candies could be the biggest birthday practical joke ever... or, they could be some really powerful magic. Thousands of possibilities for their use whirl through your mind as you think of all the things you can wish for. You could wish to be rich, or to be famous... you could wish to have any girl you wanted become your girl friend.
The more you think about it however, the more you start to worry about consequences. If you wished to be rich... would people wonder where the money came from? Would you wind up in jail because people thought you stole it? Or, if you wished for someone to like you... would they really like you, or would it be like they were always pretending because the magic made them?
I need someone I can talk to about this, you thought at last. Briefly you considered talking to your parents, but dismissed that right off the bat. All they would do is tell you what you should be doing with them, instead of helping you figure it out. Or worse, your dad would probably take them from you because 'you weren't responsible enough to use them wisely', and then use them himself. No, what you needed was an adult you could trust to just give you some good advice. And there was only one person you could think of who fit that description.
Hopping on your bike, you set off across town for the hour long ride it would take to get to Aunt Bethany's. Fortunately, most of the way there was down hill, and you were hoping that you could convince her to drive you home with your bike in the back of her SUV. She'd done it before when you and Erin had pedaled over and stayed too late to ride home after dark, and it would be way better than pedaling up hill all the way home.
Finally arriving at Aunt Beth's down town apartment, you racked your bike and rode the elevator to her 14th story apartment, nervously fidgeting with the candies the whole way up. Knocking on the door, you smiled at last when aunt Beth opened the door, her brown hair up in a pony tail and holding a towel that she was using to mop a faint sheen of perspiration from her brow. She looked really good in her short black athletic shorts and pink sports bra, and you figured you'd probably gotten here in the middle of one of her treadmill sessions. She might be 33, but she looked younger and whenever she came over your friends were always drooling over her. Not that you noticed too much... after all, she was Aunt Beth!
"Nate," she said, waving you to come in. "I wasn't expecting to see you until your party on Friday. Happy birthday."
"Thanks Aunt Beth," you said, taking a seat on one of the living room sofas and looking out the window at the awesome view. "Where are Max and Sam?" you asked, referring to her two kids. Samantha was only six, and she was an annoying tag along most of the time, but Max was almost twelve and he liked a lot of the same video games you liked to play.
"They're at their father's house this week. They'll be coming back here for the weekend. But this year, Max is old enough to go to the Science and Engineering magnet school and it's closer to their dad's place, so we're going to try them with him for a school year and see how it goes," she said with just a touch of bitterness. She'd been divorced for nearly three years now and she still hadn't forgiven her ex-husband Dan for running off with his busty blonde secretary. She'd always known he was a boob guy, but she'd stubbornly refused to get the implants he wanted her to have, saying her C-cups were big enough. Well, obviously they weren't big enough for him, and he'd found what he wanted in a 22 year old para-legal who'd been more than willing to do whatever her boss asked her to... right up to helping him fill out the divorce paperwork and moving into the home in the suburbs that Dan used to share with Bethany after Beth moved out. "Sorry," she said, bringing herself back to the moment. "My mind wandered off there for a bit. So what brings you all the way down here in this heat? It's a long way to ride just to come say hi, and I figured you'd be out with your friends celebrating your birthday tonight."
"Well, it's something I got for my birthday that brings me down here. I got these candies, and I think they're magic. They grant wishes. I tried one, I wished that I had thirty dollars, and then I found thirty bucks in my pocket. I swear the money wasn't there before I made my wish. Now, I counted and I have 29 of them left... but if I'm reading it right, these things are kind of like jaw breakers... until the candy is all gone you can keep wishing so you can make more than one wish per candy. I just... I don't know what I should do with them, and I don't want to get myself in trouble, so I thought I would come talk to you about it."
"Well, if those candies are real that's certainly some powerful magic. But why talk to me? Why not go to your parents?"
"Well, I don't think mom would believe me, and I think dad would just take them from me. Or they'd tell me what I should do with them and it wouldn't be something I would like. But I really trust you and I figured if I could talk to anyone it would be you."
"Nate," she said, truly touched by his statement. "I'm really touched that you feel that way, here..."
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