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It was only second period, but I was already yawning. I woke up early this morning because my younger sister Jemma wanted to go leprechaun hunting early in the morning so she couldn’t miss it. We searched through the lawn and down the staircase and up the attic but still no leprechaun. Jemma has this weird belief in leprechauns. I try not to be to harsh on her though, because she only is five years old. I was interrupted by a large dictionary banging on my desk. “Ms. Jonston, would you explain why you are dozing off. Explain to me the properties of magnetism.” said Mrs. Lowder. I was totally lost. Start of the unit and I was already dozing off. “Ummmm . . . a magnet?” I said cowardly. The class roared into laughter and were pointing at me. “Jenna see me after school today.” was all Mrs. Lowder said to me till the end of the period. The rest of the day flew by and it was time to see Mrs. Lowder.
I walked down the abandoned hallway and creaked open Mrs. Lowder’s office door. I stepped into her dimly lit office and waited for about two minutes until Mrs. Lowder came in. She was holding a yellow envelope in her hands and them she showed me what it was. She pulled out two peices of paper and showed me what was the unfinished part of my report card to come home in December. All of the science spots were either a “need improvement” or a “developing”. She told me I had to increase my grades or I would end up getting a tutor. A tutor! I was lost in my own thoughts until I saw something small, green, and hairy in a stovepipe hat. I don’t know what I was thinking but I yelled out “Leprechaun!” and the little bundle of green ran away. Mrs. Lowder looked at me wildly. “Why that was a distraction and very childish.” she said. For 2 minutes we just sat there and stared at each other. Then finally she said “That will be all, you can scurry along now.”
The second I got home I ran into Jemma’s room and told her I saw a leprechaun. Jemma was so delighted that I started believing in leprechauns. Then out came an unknown voice. “You mean me?” said the thing. I jerked my head around and saw the same green little figure sitting on Jemma’s book shelf. “Hey you come here!” I yelled. I fumbled over the bed and grasped the leprechaun firmly in my hand. The leprechaun didn’t try to wriggle around or anything. “Well, aren’t you going to try to get away?” I asked puzzled. “No, not really. You see, mischief isn’t really my thing. The only reason I’m a leprechaun is because I’m cursed. ”
“Well, explains why you don’t have the Irish accent.” I said.
“I got cursed when I was a little boy because I broke an old lady’s window. Apparently that old lady was a magic converter.”
“Magic converter?” I questioned.
” A magic converter is someone who can turn you into a magical or nonmagical thing. The lady said since I was causing so much mischief she said it was best that I got converted into a leprechaun. I’ve been a leprechaun for 10 years and I’m sick and tired of it.”
“Well, is there any way to lift the curse?” I asked, me and Jemma listening intentively
“Well, there is one way,”
“What?” me and Jemma interrupted in unison
“I have to prove I’m not worthy of being a leprechaun. The only way to do that is to be the perfect little angel, or rather, human.”
“We can help you with that.” I said.
“Only one problem, I have to learn to be a human before the end of March 17th.”
Okay, that is kind of hard but I think we can do it. The rest of the day I taught the leprechaun how to do homework and how to be polite and show humanity. I also showed him how to be humane and mainly, the hardest noogie was trying to get him to stop boing mischeivious. Turns out he picked up a thing or 2 from the leprechauns. Reading and writing was difficult too but he remembered how to read and write from his childhood a bit. The whole day we worked on electronics, table manners, math and all the subjects in school, fun, polite and rude, and on and on. We kept going until we were completely satisfied that the leprechaun could be a little human. “Why aren’t you a human yet?” I asked him.
“I don’t know.” said the leprechaun. What was the one things all humans do and have? I was thinking of the comparisons between me and the leprechaun and then suddenly it hit me. The leprechaun didn’t have a name. “I got it! The reason the curse hasn’t lifted is because you don’t have a name! Let me name you quickly. How about Jake? That has a nice ring to it.”
The second I said “Jake” a blue light seared inside Jake’s mouth and green light came out. The green leprechaun transformed into a young second grade boy with ruffled brown hair, blue eyes and a mischevious smile. “I’m right where I left off. The day I threw the ball. Thank you so much Jenna and Jemma!” Said Jake gleefully and went outside to enjoy the beautiful Leprechaun’s day.
By Sneha Kandalgaonkar