The Magical Cloak

The clouds were a blur, and the wind was incredibly strong. Miles from the ground. Make a dive. WHOOSH! 1

“Dylan” the wind hissed.2

But there was no time to stop, gathering speed.3

“Dylan?”4

The ground became clearer, much closer now.5

“Dylan Mckay, I’m speaking to you!”6

Dylan looked around, the clouds and wind had disappeared. The whole of his english class was staring at him.7

“Mr Mckay, let my make myself clear, how did Jo-beth show that she was distressed?” Mr Green asked, a hint of frustration in his cold voice.8

“What?” Dylan asked in confusion and looked around at his class mates.9

“In the passage I just read out, Jo Beth showed that she was distressed by running away from Georgie, Mr Mckay, as anyone in this class could tell you, ” Mr Green said coldly, “And if aren’t too caught up in day dreams then can you at least pretend that your listening”10

Dylan said nothing and just stared at the sky out the window. He was just like any other ordinary boy, except with a big imagination. But instead of watching TV like other 14 year old boys or playing computer games Dylan Mckay simply amused himself by looking at the clouds and sky. He could stay there lying his back hour after hour, just staring. Dylan had light brown hair and olive skin. He had a rather small build but yet, as he had noticed himself, he had large hands and long slender fingers. His father was a musician and told him that he got his hands from him, being the fine piano player he is.11

“I’ll have to teach you a few tunes one day,” his father had once said, “ Real fun, piano is.”12

The bell rang for the end of school and Dylan quickly shoved his books in to his bag and hurried out of the classroom. He hurried down the large stone steps at the entrance of the school, dodging people on the way. His bus was about to leave, he was catching the bus that goes all the way in to town because he had to go visit his grandfather and it left right on 3’o clock. He ran to the door of the bus and took his seat. 13

After about twenty minutes the bus came to Dylan’s stop and he got off and walked around the corner to a large two story house. He could see his grandfather in the front window reading a book, no doubt about some crazy magic nonsense, he loved that sort of thing. With a sigh Dylan opened the gate and made his way to the front door.14

“Dylan! How was school? Or better yet, how are you?” Samuel Mckay, Dylan’s grandfather said as he walked in to the house. 15

“Ah...good.” Dylan answered casually. 16

“That’s great,” Samual said through a bundle of coughs, “How about a drink, cordial?”17

“No I’m right thanks,” Dylan said politely, “ I do, though have to go to the toilet.”18

“Okay then, you know where the bathroom is” 19

“I’ll find it” Dylan said from the hall. He climbed up the stairs to the landing. It was rather dark and dull looking. There was a small table in the corner with flowers neatly arranged sitting in a vase. Beyond the table was a wall of doors, four on each side. Not being able to remember which was the bathroom, Dylan went to the second door on the left. The handle was old and rusty looking. He tried to pull the door open but it wouldn’t budge. He moved to the next door and twisted to door knob. It opened slowly as it slid across the soft carpet. Inside there was lots of boxes all piled up into rows, and in the corner there was a large cupboard. His curious side getting the better of him, Dylan walked towards the cupboard. He pulled cautiously on the handles and opened both doors up slowly. Nothing but a single silvery cloak hanged their on the coat hangers. Disappointment filled Dylan and he grabbed to cloak roughly. This strange cloak was very dusty yet as Dylan ran his hand over it felt warm. He shook it a bit to get the dust off,  and to his surprise a note fall from the silky insides. He bent down and picked it up. The paper looked very ancient, torn at the corners and stained badly. But Dylan could still make out the writing. In loopy old fashion letters it said:20

The Enchanted Cloak Of Wishes21

Take one wish and set it free22

Free to my magical hands23

Wear me and wish, it could just be24

That what you want will come..25

Dylan read the note over a few times, not being able to believe what he was seeing. Could it be true? Could it really make wishes come true by wearing it?26

He took one last look at the note. He really had nothing to lose, if it wasn’t for real it wouldn’t change anything. Excitement suddenly pumped through his body and he slid the cloak off the coat hanger. Then he slowly wrapped the silky silver around him. Nothing happened for a moment, then suddenly bright lights were all around him. He felt something like two large hands gently grab him around the stomach. 27

“Set your wish free..” A soft voice called.28

Dylan thought quickly what to wish for. And it suddenly came to him, the thing he’d wanted more than anything his entire life. And as he thought about it the hands vanished and the lights faded out, he could now see that he was still in the small room with the boxes, still at his grand father house. But something was different now. He took the cloak off and placed it back in the cupboard. It was almost like there was something new running through him, something bizarre and different. 29

“Dylan? Are you okay?” it was Samuel.30

Dylan quickly close the door and ran across the landing to the stairs, taking two steps at a time.31

“Are you alright, mate?” Samuel asked in concern when Dylan had reached the front room.32

“Never been better!” smiled Dylan and at that he open the front door and walked out.33

“Time to go home I guess,” His grandfather called after him, “Should be a bus sometime soon”34

But Dylan wasn’t catching a bus home today. He was flying.35