Joe sluggishly ambled out of the front door trying desperately to get away from his big sister, who often teased him mercilessly.  Deciding what to do, he strutted up High Street. Squinting through his warn out glasses he spotted an unusual shop squashed between two enormous, yet dull buildings.

“Oh, look who it is!” Screamed Josh Jefferson from across the road. Josh was a nasty piece of work. The horrible school bully who had a group of students who always followed him around like sheep. “Where you going?” He asked in his usual sarcastic tone. He turned to see what I was looking at. “Oh, your going to Crystals shop are you!” A wide smile spread across his face.