Colorful, swirling colors in a clear bubble. No matter how long I stare at it, it won’t change. So how did it bring my toy lizard to life? My green, gold-speckled, sand-filled lizard toy that I got from Tarpon Springs. Now to flashback mode!
Sighing, I absentmindedly threw the lizard mercilessly into the air and roughly snapped it down when it got into arms reach. I lifted it to my eye level to stare into his beady black eyes, literally beady black eyes. Getting bored with torturing the poor lifeless toy, I set it down on the pink and yellow swirled glass paperweight.
“ Oh. Lizzy. How I wish you could be real and talk to me!” I said while gently petting the lifeless lizard. All my friends were somewhere else for the long spring break. Celia was in South Carolina, Abby was in England and Amy was New York. I was alone with my twelve-year-old sister and a stuffed toy for company. I sighed again,
“I really just wish you could talk.” Suddenly something magical happened… the lizard moved. I swore it twitched. I just knelt there gawking at it, my mouth so wide you could put a melon in it. ‘Toys don’t move, toys don’t move.’ I repeated to my self in my head.
“Hello my dear!” a slightly high-pitched voice containing what I thought was a slight British accent, broke the silence.
“ Who said that?” I managed to stutter. All the while trying to look in every direction at once to identify the owner of the voice.
“Down here.” came the reply, “on this crystal.” I glanced down to see my lizard waving at me from his perch on the bauble. I decided then to voice my very intelligent thoughts, ”Ehhh!?!?!?”
I leaned down and did what the average 9th grader would do; I poked it.
“That hurts!” came the indignant reply.
“Oh sorry.” I apologized, “ I didn’t mean to hurt you.
“It’s okay.” He reassured me because I probably looked worried.
“I’m made of fabric and sand so it really...