"Don't say that Ken!" Siri replied. She had known him since she was in preschool and now both being in second grade they were as close as friends could get. "Parents always let the older kids do more then the younger ones, they call it responsibility. Besides, who would be my best friend if you went away?"
"I guess. But sometimes I wish that Sam never existed."
Siri sighed to herself, but said nothing. The two turned onto their street. They walked in silence until they reached Ken's house. Siri turned as too say good-bye, but turned away instead. Walking away she said to him, "Ken, I know you may not think that you want him around. My Mom felt that way about her Dad. When he died, she found just how much she missed him. She still cries sometimes when she thinks that no one can hear her."
"Sometimes she can be too serious," Ken muttered to himself as he walked into his house.
Ken heard a sound coming from the sitting room. There, on the couch sat his parents. His father held Ken's mother in his arms. They were both crying.
Ken knew what happened, he did not know how he knew, but his mind was flooded with memories. I wish he would just disappear. No, it was just the conversation he had been having. Sam probably just got a 'B' on a test. But...
"Mom? Dad? Where's Sam?"
Sometimes I wish that Sam never existed.
He ran to his room. "I was the one who wished it on him, it is my fault he is dead, my fault!"
He hated himself for his jealousy, he hated Sam for leaving, he hated his parents for ... well he was not sure why he hated them, he just did. Most of all though, most of all he hated Siri. She was right and he would always hate her for that.
That night Ken disappeared and a new side took over. He did not talk to people much and he immersed himself into his studies.
Siri tried to speak to him, but he was not listening. He blamed her, hated her, she knew it. Finally, Siri stopped trying. She also stayed away from people. Her best friend had betrayed her, and she did not know how to trust again.
Years passed; Siri was known to be an egghead, a bookworm. Ken was known to the public as the boy genius. Ken had all but forgotten his friendship, he had new plans. He was smarter then everyone. Even his teachers looked to him for answers. No one was good enough for him, it was time to make his own world.