I picked up the pen and remembered what the old man who gave it to me had said: 'whatever you write will come true so use this pen carefully.' I smiled, then I began to write... Within ten minutes I had written a long list of the things I wanted to come true using the pen the old man had given me: Lots of money, fast cars, big houses, privet jets. All the things a boy dreams of.
At the bottom of my list was the one thing I wanted to come true the most; My mum will get better. My mum has had cancer for two years now, and she is living in the hospital, all I want is to be able to hug my mum again. I leave the pen and list on my desk and jump into bed dreaming of my mum and I living together again.
I awake in the morning to the sound of singing birds outside of my window, for some odd reason my bedroom feels bigger. I look over to my desk and notice that my list has disappeared but the pen is in the same place as I left it. I walk down the stairs (that feel much longer) of my auntie's house, to the kitchen. I eat my breakfast as fast as you could say 'slow down', auntie will know by now.
My Auntie and I get into her car which is now a Lamborghini not a citron 2cv and begin our journey to the hospital where my mum is, just like we do every day, we stop at our local supermarket to buy my mum some flowers as always.
We walk into the hospital and all the doctors congratulate me, I am confused at first, but then I begin to think I got to ride in a fast car, I am living in a big house, all these things were on my list, so my mum must have got better. I ran towards my mums ward, and I didn't stop until I reach my mum's hospital room. I am stood in her door way mouth open with shock to see my mum on her feet without any support. She tells me that her cancer had gone just like that, and that she can come home. I still didn't move.
She ran over to me and hugged me so tight it made me sit up in my bed, in my small bedroom, with not so long stairs and a citron 2cv outside and it was all a dream. The pen was still on my desk I picked up and threw it out of the window as hard as I could.
After my breakfast auntie and I went to the hospital to see my mum, she was in her bed a sleep just like always, too ill to get up. I started to cry and my auntie put her arms around me, I just couldn't stop crying, because the pen didn't work.