AN: Welcome, reader! Don't you dis-respect me here. You're in my world now. Not your world. Mine. So sit on down and enjoy the ride.
"Don't you think it's weird?" My bestfriend, Gaby, asked.
"Yeah. Why would Simba's mom think Simba was Mufasa? Ew, creepy!" I answered. We walked down the stairs of my house and outside to greet the neighborhood kids.
"Ugh!" My best guy friend, Cole, cried.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You know how we promised you we would match for Halloween? Well, Cole can't decide because he's gay!" Jason, my second best guy friend, grumbled.
"I'm not gay!" Cole snapped.
"Yeah! If anything, Jason is the queer one." Gaby laughed.
"Thanks, babe. I feel super happy when your around." He sighed, placing his arm on her shoulder.
"Ew, keep it in your pants." Gaby pushed away from my friend. Jason was kinda short. My size yet still smaller than Cole. His voice was still changing. It squeeked alot. I was the short one when it came to Cole. I'm thin with long black hair. Everyone says I'm weird because I don't think before I act. If it pops into my mind, I'm going to say it. I'm funny, weird. Not weirdo, weird.
"Whatever! Let's play!" I exclaimed. Cole was the tallest of us. He's a couple more months older than me. The boy had short, curly brown hair. Sometimes he's a jerk. Sometimes he's sweet. I handed my friends some chest protectors. It was a lazer-tag vest. We all adjusted them on our bodies. "Who plays?" My tall and scrawny friend, Jacob, asked.
"Blue VS Red! Hero's Duty Style!" Meadow exclaimed. She was alittle smaller than Jacob. They would make a cute couple. "Yeah!" We all yelled.
"Debie, I bought you that lazer-tag game. You have to put on a helmet!" My mom yelled from inside the house.
"Warden's orders." I whispered to my friends. After a few snickers, I handed them helmets.
"Gaby and Adam are on my team." Meadow informed.
"Aw, I'm stuck with these two goofballs?" I cried.
"Deb, it's not so bad." Gaby assured me. We all turned to see Cole and Jason wrestling.
"Get off me!" Cole yelled.
"Give me my phone!" Jason shouted.
"Get off!"
I turned back to my three friends. Gaby kinda looked like me except I was taller. She flunked seventh grade, too, so I she was a year older than me. Believe it or not, I have never failed a grade. So far. "Ooh, Deb, it's not so bad." I mimicked Gaby's words.
"It could be worse." She chuckled nervously.
"Yeah." I grumbled. "I could be with them and look like you!"
Everyone gasped.
"Oh, yeah. I went there!" I laughed.
"Why don't we take our rude insults to the competition field, shall we?" Gaby asked politely.
"But, of course." I replied, playing along. I trudged to my new team-mates, who were still fighting. I grabbed them by their ears. "Ow! Ow! Ear! Ear!" They yelped in unision. I released them and placed on my helmet. "Listen, ladies!" I snapped, pulling my lazer-tag gun from a pocket on my back. "We're going to win!"
Th helmet shared the resemblance of a motocycle helmet. Except the glass was orange. I closed it after my speech.
"Uhhh, Debie. We're going to lose." Jason laughed. I slapped his cheek.
"You just need to get into character." I said, rubbing my chin.
"Oh, how are we going to do that? Hehe, act like it's real?" He asked with a lot of doubt. A mischievious smile spread upon my face. I pretended to be a person in the game called Julie, the general of the good army in the game called Hero's Duty. The boys laughed some more. I slapped their cheeks. "Alright, ladies! Fear is four letter word. We are humanity's last hope." I annouced in my most firm voice. They were alined in perfect formation like good soldiers should be. They saluted me. Their hands never left their fourhead. "You ready, rookie? Let's find out." I smirked. They grabbed their guns and followed my signals. My neighborhood was kinda small. It was just on big circle with houses. When I was seven, some people tore down a house next to mine. It was still there. The carnage. Some brick stairs were there. And a cinderblock frame. The top was completely gone. Jason walked casually. I grabbed his collar and slammed him against a car. "What are you doing, soldier? This isn't dancing class! This is war!" I yelled.
"Yes, m'am!" He shouted with a salute. I set him down and we hid behind the car. After giving him a stopping sign, I checked the perimeter. "Coast is clear." I whispered. He and Cole followed me behind a wooden fence.
"Split up and find team blue." I ordered softly. They took a walkie-talkie from my tool-belt and ran around, searching for our oponents. I held my gun as I walked and searched for Gaby. She always tried to shoot me in lazer-tag. And, I always let her. "This time is different." I grumbled under breath, resting my index finger on the trigger. I looked back at my team-mates. Jason tried to roll of the hood of a car. He hurt his back and quit. Cole looked around. He stepped on a cat's tail by accident and the cat's cry made him hit his head when he jump back in fear. I smacked my face with the palm of my hand. "I wish my team-mates weren't so dumb." I sighed, returning to my original activity. I heard footsteps. Just alittle closer, I insisted mentally. I spun around and pulled the trigger wildly. "YAAAAAH!" I yelled. It was Jacob. He fell to his knees and pretended to be dead. I looked around. Bushes rustled. Wind blew my hair to the left. "Show yourself!" I yelled. No one. Jacob giggled. I heard whispering so I checked behind the bush. Gaby and Meadow had their backs turned to me as they drew a plan in the ground. "Okay. We got Cole and Jason. So, I bet Debie is behind this bush. We can catch her easily. The white winning flag rest in the carnage of the house. We just need to go around the bush and capture it." Meadow explained briefly.
"You're going to have to get through me first!" I exclaimed. They turned with shocked faces. "It's intergalatic go time!"
I pulled the trigger after aiming my gun perfectly at Meadow. "Aw, man! I mean, Ooooh! The pain!" She said. She fell to the ground. I aimed it at Gaby.
"I'll see you at hel - I mean, home."
I pulled the trigger and she fell to the ground.
"How come your so impossibly fit in this game?" She groaned.
"It's not how I manage to fit in the game. It matters on how I get to forgive myself." I placed the gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger.
"Haha!" We all laughed. She pretended to be dead until I achieved the winning flag.
"Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!" I exclaimed as we all walked into my house. It's pretty big. There's a pool in the backyard. And it's two-story so my parents have good jobs. Only one fatal flaw. "Dear Debie, your father and I went on a buisness trip. Be back in a month. Love, Mom." I read outloud from a note I found on the fridge. Everyone stared. Their phones started to vibrate from a text message. "My parents are out of town for that buisness trip." Gaby sighed.
"Mine, too." Everyone said in unision. My parents are never really here. Well, atleast I have my friends.
"Let's have a sleep-over!" I exclaimed. Gaby and Meadow cheered at the idea. We stared at the boys.
"C'mon, guys. You can come but sleep-overs are not how you think they're." Meadow insisted.
"Eh, what the heck. I'm in." Jacob shrugged.
"Us, too!" Cole and Jason cheered.
"We can play video games and watch scary movies!" I exclaimed. They all ran into their houses to bring stuff they would need. I changed into my pajamas and sat on the couch. Nothing else to do, I thought. An rumbling sound made me change my mind. It came from the basement. Louder and louder it became as I walked into the basement. It came from something under a blanket. Curious thoughts filled my head. I grasped the end of the blanket to reveal...
"Humble Harry's Wish Booth." I read outloud. It was one of those old clear stalls with a robotic genie standing in it. "I wonder if this dinosaur works..."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a quarter. I inserted the coin into the old, worn out box and shut my eyes. "I wish my life was like a movie."
Lights brightened. Gears spun. "Your wish is my command." Humble Harry recited. He went back to his original pose and a note popped out. I pulled the white note out to discover something. It was a remote! "This thing's busted!" I snapped, kicking the old thing. I examined the remote. It was a really good remote. Clean. Looked like new. I pressed the ON button. The whole basement lit up. It was full of kind of junk. Boxes and bags. Bags and boxes. Out of all the peculiar things, one thing caught my eye. It was an old DVD player. It was white and shiny. It seemed to match the remote in my hands. I grasped the dusty electronic and bolted upstairs. What I didn't know was that a small note shot out of Humble Harry's Wish Booth slot. It read,
Be Careful What You Wish For.