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A Thousand Wishes
By LilyChan
Chapter Two
After art class was finally over, it was lunchtime. Even though Miles had a fully packed lunch, he didn't want to eat. His throat was raw and his eyes were sore. It hurt to look anywhere where there was light. He laid his head down to block the hurtful light from his eyes, and to ignore the other kids, but some of them wouldn't leave him alone.
"Hey, there's Miles," teased Larry Butz, "are you going to cry again? Didn't your mommy pack you diapers?" He laughed just as boisterously as he had earlier and Miles didn't want to hear him. Miles ignored him as best he could but he just wouldn't go away. Miles tried his best to tune out Larry but he still wouldn't go away. He didn't even pay attention to what the redheaded kid was saying anymore – he just knew he didn't like him.
"Hey Larry!" cried out a familiar voice. "Leave Miles alone!"
"Phoenix, mind your own beeswax! I'm just joking around anyway!"
Miles still didn't want to face his classmates, most especially Phoenix. Earlier, Phoenix tried to console the boy into calming down saying how it was just a piece of paper and he could always do it all over again. The substitute teacher agreed with him but they just couldn't get it.
Stupid Phoenix just doesn't get it!Miles thought as tears started to stream down his face again. He didn't think he still had tears left but cried anyway. He didn't realize how loud or soft he was crying – the fact that he couldn't fold a piece of paper right the first time, that was just too much to bear. His father depended on him to get everything right the first time! Maybe he didn't need to say it but Miles knew. He knew that his father didn't like going to work multiple times over the same thing. He knew his father wanted it to be done and over with the first time.
And that's what Miles strived to do – to do everything right the first time so his father could be more proud of him. So his father could be happy.
Miles was so upset; he didn't realize the bell rang for recess. It wasn't until Phoenix came by that Miles realized he'd be crying again and for how long.
"Miles? Are you okay?" Phoenix asked. He placed a hand on Miles' back and hugged him. Miles didn't know how to react so he pushed his friend aside.
"Leave me alone!" he said, his voice sounded a little hoarse.
"I'm sorry…" he said, with the smallest voice imaginable and Miles felt even worse. He continued to cry but at least it was away from the judging eyes of his classmates and Larry. At least it was in front of his best friend, Phoenix.
Eventually, Miles got tired of crying so he stopped. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and Phoenix seemed to dig through Miles' lunch bag. Miles, at this point, didn't care. He wasn't hungry but he wanted this awful and horrible day to be over with!
"Hey, do you want your ice cream sandwich?" Phoenix said suddenly. It confused Miles because he was just sitting there, crying his eyes out, and Phoenix was only concerned about food? He wanted to do something to Phoenix but he wasn't sure what.
"No. You can have it if you want." Miles pushed the entire lunch bag towards Phoenix. His head hurt from all that crying and he was getting annoyed really quickly. It was silent as Miles tried to regain his composure, whatever that meant. Phoenix was surprisingly quiet but Miles figured the ice cream sandwich his dad packed for him was good and he passed by a great opportunity.
Miles was surprised, however, when he saw that Phoenix broke off, or tried to, half of the sandwich and gave the bigger half to him.
