Asking the Magic 8 Ball

"Is the sky blue?"  I asked aloud, like it were a person rather than an inanimate object.

After I stopped shaking it, it came to say, "Yes."

"Are my grades rising to where they should be?"

"Maybe."

"Will I live forever?"  It better get this one right...

"No."

"Will I graduate from high school?"

"Yes."

"College?"

"Yes."

"Am I reading Romeo and Juliet?"

"No."

"Am I supposed to be?"

"Yes."

"Will I grow another two inches?"

"Maybe."

"Do I love someone?"

"Yes." 

"Does he love me?"

"Ask again later."

I threw the black piece of plastic at the wall. 

"Stupid magic eight ball..." I muttered.

The End

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