Tree-hugger and animal-lover Margaret Wood was on her way to her locker, when suddenly something caught her eye. It was a yellow sticky note. Usually, they didn't grab her attention, but there was something different about this one. It almost felt as if it were drawing her towards it, like a magnet.
She noticed a fly sitting on the note and waved it away. Then she picked up the note and read it. "I wish that the last person I talked to would live out my deepest desire." She paused, wondering why someone would write that, then shrugged. "Whatever."
She was about to crumple up the note and throw it away, but before she did, that fly started buzzing around her head. "Shoo, little fly. Go away," she said, waving her hand around. Then she accidentally squashed it with the note. "Oh no," she said, feeling sorry that she carelessly killed off one of nature's creations, even if it was just a fly.
Then she threw the note into the paper recycle bin. Earth first.
She continued on her way, not even realizing that the last person she talked to would be forced to live out her deepest desire.
But who was the person she talked to ... and what was her deepest desire?
