Dreams... are really made of you. They show your deepest fears and craziest moments...maybe even things from the future. Abby Adams' Witchy Worries "Daisy, are you finished with your book, darling," Mom said out loud. “Yes,” I said proudly. After all, it was a long, dry book to begin with, and it took a long time. “So, do you want to tell me what it is?” my mother said curiously. “Sure,” I said, stuffing a piece of meatloaf into my mouth. “So this book is called The Witchy Troubles of Abby Adams. At the beginning, they introduce the characters. You know, like they do in every book. After that – ''Ding dong! “Oh my God, I wonder who that could be!” » said my mother, getting up from her seat to go for the door. “Hi Abby!” Enter. What brings you today? » Mom said enthusiastically. Abby? I thought. How strange! Just like the girl in my book. It must be a coincidence. “Actually, Mrs. Holcomb, I’d like to talk to Daisy,” Abby said. As soon as those words left his mouth, a shiver ran down my spine. How did mom know her? What does she want from me? Many questions were running through my brain. So much so that I couldn't even remember my own name. I hear their footsteps in the corridors. With each step, my heart raced faster, my hands got sweatier, and my mind became more and more distraught each time. The problem arises “Hi Daisy,” Abby said as she sat down across from me. At that point my jaw literally dropped and my mouth became speechless and dry. "Daisy!" » Mom shouted, throwing “The Look” at me. I quickly closed my mouth and said hello. As we spent a few minutes in awkward silence after I said hello, I sat there looking at her aimlessly. I wasn't trying to be rude but she had... middle of paper ... a seat next to me on the soft blue carpet. “It’s okay, I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I was forced out of my book and left in a new world,” Abby said sympathetically. “You mean I was right?” I said, slowly raising my face towards the light, my cheeks red and my face wet with my salty tears. "Yes, and you have to help me get out of this place. I don't belong here. It's just that every time someone reads my book, I have to get out. You See, my book wants me to go away for a while. That's why I don't know why. But I know you're the only one who can help me get home. , four puppy tears and a monkey's paw That's what my book requires of me in this dimension So will you help me? ," I said. After all, she's my friend now and she admitted it so I don't see any problem with it...