Josie
I'm counting the minutes before I turn eighteen. It won't be long now. Misha is sitting by my side in my bed, and I glance his way when he looks at me. There is a mischievous gleam in his eye, but he is wearing a smile.
"What?" I ask.
Amusement crosses over his face at my accusing tone. "Do you want your eighteenth birthday present now?"
"Uh..." he didn't bring anything with him, so I doubt he actually got me something. Yet I ask. "Did you get me a present?"
"No, but I'm going to create something for you," Misha doesn't explain what he means but keeps his mysterious smile. He is definitely plotting something. "What is your favorite creature? It can be a normal animal, a mythological beast, or anything. Just name it."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything."
Despite my suspicion, I smile
