-November 4, 2007-

It was a sun-filled day upon the enlightened part of the Earth, which is one of the planets within the galaxy of the Milky Way. However, it wasn't a good day for a young woman far down within the country of North America, deep inside the state of Florida, and running through the alleys of the small town of Brooker.

Her name is Debra Hawthorn, and she is being chased by a few girls who's really pissed off.

(Debra's P.O.V.)

I panted heavily as I ran for my life, wringing the straps of my backpack tightly as I heard the shouts and screeches of the most popular girls of the school. They really were serious in that threat after I accidentally tripped over my shoes as usual, my tray flying and crashing into a table nearby, the food and drinks splattering over them.

The morning was okay as usual, acing History, and moaning at another test in Math as Dad kept me up again with his drinking last night. Lunch was the changing point. I couldn't help being clumsy! It always gets me in trouble, no matter if I meant it or not.

I dreaded the leader's threat as I fought through Science, and I thought I was free when the bell rung, but I was dead wrong as they were waiting for me upon the soccer field which was one of my routes home. "Wait until we catch you, Hawthorn! You are in for a punishment!".

I knew they wouldn't listen as they're clearly pissed off, and I kept running despite my clumsiness threatening to overtake me anytime. I whipped around a corner, crashing into a tent, hearing a woman's yell of frustration, mixing with a man's shout, and I called out as I ran out, taking off the fabric which nearly blinded me out, "Sorry!".

Unfortunately, the tent slowed my progress, as when I looked back, they were literally so close! I yelled as I tripped again, cursing my clumsiness as usual. Laughter and chuckles filled the air, and I turned around, wincing at the sting of some scraps upon my skin as the street was cement. Cruel blue eyes glared at me, "Now what shall we do with you, Hawthorn?".

A cackle, "Get her into a dumpster! She will stink up to hell for weeks!". A chortle, "How about a mud bath?". The blue eyes' owner chuckled, "Very good suggestions, girls. Get her up.". I hardly knew the girls, but the others called them the Rochelles. I groaned lightly as the minions grabbed my arms harshly, pushing me up and forward.

I weakly struggled against their grips, but the pain and the exhaustion of the run had caught up to me, and stared at the Rochelle leader, her blue eyes glinting in cruel amusement. "I have a much better idea.". She turned around, and the minions dragged me as we followed her. It wasn't long until we reached the docks.

I was soon horrified when they dragged me to a fish dumpster, full of bones and leftover flesh, and the leader cackled, "Throw her in!". I screamed for my life, but I knew it was no use as the fishermen wasn't to return for a few hours yet as school only let out like a half hour ago. I was lifted up, pushed over, and dumped into the intense, overwhelming smell of the fish, hearing the cruel laughter of the Rochelles as they walked away, farther and farther away from me.

I struggled to get out of the dumpster as I am horrified, disgusted, and upset as hell. I hated them! I moaned lightly as I knew my clothes was lost forever. I could never get the smell out. My brown hair is so slimy, and I definitely have to check my light green eyes for infection. I have to go for a twice-washed shower, maybe thrice as my tan skin is filthy. I only hope this day wouldn't be worse!

I am getting tired of my life! Okay, it isn't horrible like some people's lives I read about, but it's really still bad for me. Wake up, eat breakfast, dodge Dad's trash talk, go to school, sometimes go home, sometimes get bullied, buy groceries weekly if not two weeks then, work on chores, and homework, a spare hour or two to watch a movie, sleep or dodge Dad's trash talk again if he does it at night as well.

It's a repeating cycle ever since my coward of a mom left us when I was 9. I sighed heavily as I saw that my backpack was soaked too! A few teachers understood my situation which I was grateful for, but my Math teacher wouldn't give a bitch about it! At least I will be out of here next year as I am currently 17, as my birthday passed last month.

Too bad I couldn't afford a car or driving lessons as Dad buys beer all the time when I am not looking. Of course, I was mad, but he does it while I am in school. I would dare not drown all beers in the drain again after he gave me a harsh slap in the face. I lied that I went into the door again, and the school understood, thanks to my curse of being clumsy.

It was about 45 minutes later when I got home, sorted through possible homework that's not soaked, and moaning at the rest of the soaked homework. I knew I had to take the shower and do this homework repeatedly, drying them with a fan if possible so I have to surpass dinner. No big deal there as I could just sneak in chips or something as a abiding snack to keep me somewhat satisfied. Dad was nowhere in sight, figuring that he went to the bar again which I was relieved for, needing peace and quiet.

After hours of washing out the smell, throwing the soaked clothes into the trash, and finishing up at least a quarter of homework, I opted to watch one of my favorite movies, 'Quest for Camelot'. At least I could imagine what it would be like if I was a knight or maybe Arthur's girlfriend as he's really handsome. He is a man of honor which I wouldn't mind being with.

After the credits came, I worked upon a piece of homework, copying it down as it was one of the soaked assignments. I heard the growling grumbles of a truck, and I shut down my lamp, swiftly making it to my bed, and slightly opened the window a bit for air circulation, noticing the stars, and I saw the North star, smiling.

I knew wishing upon a star is part of the magic to make a dream come true, and that kids do it, but what harm could it do, anyway if I wish? I softly wished out loud, hoping that I would be out of here faster than Wile chasing Road Runner.

(No P.O.V.)

Little did Debra know was that the tent she crashed into, it belonged to a real sorceress, and she was angry as she lost a customer, due to Debra's fault, blaming her. With the power of the wish and the sorceress's angry spell, Debra soon vanished from sight while sleeping, leaving the town to find out in the morning that a teenager must have run away during the night presumably, never knowing that she was actually heading to a world she only saw last night.