Authors Note
: This prologue has just been added and is relatively important to character development of my lead, Sara.Tell me what you think,
And this isn't the original prologue, I changed it cuz the first one sucked…(I had originally planned this story to be a comedy but had a better idea)…I hope this doesn't suck…but read it all and review so I can know ok? THANKS!
Wish
Prologue:
I sat on my chair, tilting it back on the two back legs.
I was in civic class, the most monotonous, boring, pathetic class of the day, situated in the last period. Most people were too tired to care or pay attention, least of all me. When the teacher finished writing the homework on the board I leaned forward to get a pen then wrote it down on the back of my hand.
I leaned over to my best friend, Lauren, "Hey, you wanna catch a movie? It's Friday and I'm bored." Lauren and I did everything together, from picking out our prom dresses to just hanging out at the mall. She, Katie and Claudia were our own little clique, we weren't exclusive (because that's just wrong), just tight. I leaned back and repeated my question to the others, but Katie was doing volunteer work and Claudia was going to youth group at her church. Lauren finally finished doing whatever she had been doing and turned her attention toward me.
"Hmmm? Movie? No, sorry, I'm going to go work out, you wanna come? I can bench press 60 now!' I smiled at her achievement. I could do that, probably more. We were both pretty athletic, she played hockey and I did kickboxing and some martial arts. We were even taking our Leaders for swimming together. We often compared our abs and biceps, working out together was fun. We learned to snowboard together too, we even had one of those BEST FRIENDS FOREVER necklaces from seventh grade. I focused my train of thought to the present.
"Work out? Sure, I want to try 150 on the leg press. Oh, change of subject – you going tobogganing tomorrow?" Lauren nodded in agreement. It was a tradition, even though we were both 18, we still did it when we couldn't snowboard in the winter months. Claudia, Katie and a few other of our friends would be there.
"Oh! I totally forgot! I haven't started my essay for Tuesday yet and I GOT to get it done." I frowned.
"Why are you so obsessed over school?" I asked, disappointed, placing the blame on schoolwork. Lauren had always been the brains while I was the rebel, but we were both beautiful and often asked out just for being sexy.
"Ya, well, I got to get this done and I'd like to be prepared." She went back to her work, I gave one last disapproving sigh before going back to civics. I closed my book with a slam, slightly disappointed not everyone was as interested in not doing work as I was. Sometimes I wondered if I belonged on this Earth, sometimes I thought it'd be more interesting to die, then at least I'd be somewhere else. I quickly got distracted from my thoughts when the bell rang signifying the end of school.
After school we stayed until four o'clock working out, then went out separate ways. I untucked my oxford shirt, loosened my tie and rolled my kilt shorter. I had changed out of my work-out clothes back into my school uniform, and wanted to look at least slightly hot on the way home.
I walked to the bus station in the pouring rain, winter sucked. Unless it was snowing, THEN you could go snowboarding, and at least then your feet were dry (even if cold). When I got to the bus station, there was a big huff about a bus accident and it'd be delayed until quarter after when the next bus could come pick up the passengers. I checked my watch - that'd be in half an hour. I sighed, and then started my trek home in the rain, I didn't live that far away, but liked the bus better.
When I got home I plopped my bag on the bed, "Yes, Friday." I said quietly, home alone and not wanting to disturb the silence. I turned on the radio to Kiss 92 and listened to Outkast. "I am for reeeal. Never meant to make your daughter cry, I apologize mmm hmmm hmm mmm." I mumbled to the words while undressing - I got on my Stitches brand jeans and my Le Chateau turtleneck. I had style, but my school was private, so our 'lovely' uniforms weren't that expressively unique. I wore the same thing as every other girl in my class did, but unlike most of them, I had a tattoo. It was my pride and joy. I grinned as I looked in the mirror at the small snowflake on the base of my neck. It was about a three centimeters across, and really detailed. My brother, twenty-two and an art school graduate did intricate tattoos in his off time. He was a graphic designer, and when I finally convinced my parents, he did it for me in the summer. (Kind of ironic, a snowflake in the summer)
I went downstairs, the house still quiet except for my humming and the quiet droning of my radio upstairs as some Jennifer Lopez song was playing. In the kitchen I stood staring outside, the high working out and the end of school had worn off, and I had temporarily forgotten our plans for tobogganing. I stood, leaning my forehead against the cold glass of the sliding doors. I was happy at school unlike most kids my age, and when I was alone away from my friends, I sank into a small depression. I wasn't happy at home, my parents weren't usually the problem, and my brother didn't live at home anymore, I was just - sad.
I went out onto the cold deck, it had stopped raining a while ago but my bare feet still got wet. I crossed my arms across my chest and grabbed my shirt, staring out blankly at the sky. It was still clouded over but I enjoyed being outside. I was going snowboarding the next weekend, and looked forward to seeing the view on Mt. Saint Louie. I loved that resort, being with my friends, expressing my liking for snow with more than a tattoo…
I crossed my feet to keep them warm, standing in a dry spot on my deck. I silently wondered if there was another world out there, where I could just live and be happy, with tons of hotties and mysteries and snowboarding hills with perfect snowboarding conditions all year round. I sighed, this time out of sadness for the lack of such a place, and the brief happiness it gave me to dream. I made one last wish to leave Earth, and go somewhere like that, even if I didn't have an ounce of faith that it would happen, and went inside to my fuzzy brown kitten.
That weekend I went to the sleepover at Claudia's and vowed never to make a wish without thinking twice about what I was doing again.
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