badwolf
The route I had chosen turned out to be the wrong one. It took me down small winding roads with trees encroaching on the pavement. I was afraid I was lost, but the GPS told me to keep going. Boldly, I followed it's directions, feeling more and more like I was stuck in a bad horror film.
I stood by the wishing fountain, penny in hand, wondering if these things actually work. I feel like I wish for the same thing every time but it never happens. I just wish because that's what you're supposed to do. You throw in a penny and make a wish. I don't even know where the penny goes when it is eventually cleaned out of the fountain.
I thought they were just myths. But as I watched the fairies dancing around me I, I wondered if they really did exist, or if I was just on a really good drug trip. Either way, the fairies' wings sparkled beautifully in the moonlight.
I thought it was obvious that things had gone wrong. The oven wasn't working. The rest of the food was burnt. Whoever decided to have us host dinner was obviously out of their minds. We were not cooks.