It had been a week since Matthew had last written in the journal. He had been busy, considering that somehow he of all people had started to date Gilbert, and that had raised Matthew's mood greatly. He'd started to do more things, and he had just joined the hockey team to top it all off.
Even though it looked like things were going good for once, today hadn't been his best day. He felt like a ghost sometimes, people ignored, and sometimes didn't even know he was there! He had tried to blame himself, but he couldn't.
He assumed it was other people, because there was no reason for people to just forget him like that. He sat up; he had been relaxing on the couch in the living room. Walking to his room, he shut the door and pulled the journal out.
Writing about how his day had been anything but smooth, he managed to bite his cheek. Wincing, he finished up the entry by writing "Sometimes I wish that I was the center of attention."
He slammed the journal closed in anger and shoved it back into the hiding place. He had school tomorrow anyways, he needed to sleep. It was late.
He woke up the morning to his mother knocking on his door. That was a little strange… Standing up quickly he opened the door. His mom stood in the door way… She was blurry. Quickly turning around he slipped on his glasses before looking at her.
"Good morning sweetie! I cooked breakfast for you, come down stairs quickly!" She turned and left him to his own business. Frowning, Matthew closed the door. That… wasn't like his mother. Was it a special day?
It wasn't his or Alfred's Birthday. It wasn't a holiday either. Deciding to let go of the subject for the time being, Matthew threw on some fresh clothes and brushed his teeth and hair.
Running down the stairs he walked into the kitchen to see two plates of pancakes, drizzled with syrup, with bacon and potatoes on the side. Eyes widening, He sat down quickly, eating the food. As he finished, he licked a little bit of syrup off of his chin.
Thanking his mom, he watched as Alfred came down stairs and pretty much scream at the sight of breakfast. He waited for Alfred to finish his food, and they walked to the bus stop. Standing on the side of the street, they waited as the bus pulled up.
The doors opened, and they climbed onto the bus sitting next to each other. Arthur turned in his seat, and started to talk to Alfred. The bus chugged along, and suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking in front of him he was greeted with a boy with long blonde hair. "Hello, I am Francis. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
Smiling Matthew waved. "Hi. Yeah… I've been going to this high school since I was a freshman." Nodding Francis kept talking.
"Well, I don't know how I've never noticed someone as cute as you before." Winking, Francis turned around after the driver yelled at him to sit down. Matthew blushed. Quickly pushing his head over the seat, he muttered. "I'm taken… But thank you I guess."
Laughing, Francis waved a hand. "It is ok."
Standing up, Matthew exited the bus along with the other kids as it pulled up to the school. As he parted ways with Alfred and walked to his locker, people stopped to talk to him; they yelled his name across the hall and waved.
It was surreal! He had never gotten this much attention in his life. He got this warm fuzzy feeling inside. At the same time talking to so many people made him feel anxious. After getting everything he needed out of his locker, he turned to see Gilbert.
"Hi Birdie." Gilbert smiled and pecked him on the lips. Blushing, Matthew whispered "Hi." Before walking, Gilbert following in tow. The bell rang above, and people started to walk to there classes.
"Gilbert, you don't have to walk me to class you know. Don't be late!" Laughing, Gilbert walked away, leaving Matthew to walk through the halls, being stopped every few steps to be talked to, greeted, complimented.
Panicking, Matthew ducked into the bathroom, were even in there people tried talking to him. Hiding in the stall, Matthew ran his fingers through his hair. Why was he getting so much attention?! He had never had to talk to so many people in the span of one hour.
Wracking his brain Matthew thought. He didn't do anything dramatic to catch anyone's attention…. He rubbed his eyes. What could it be? What could it be? The sentence echoed in his brain.
Wait…. Could that be….No that's ridiculous? But did anything else make sense? He heard the bell ring above, and the halls slowly went silent. Creeping out of the bathroom, Matthew ran for the nearest exit, and bolted home.
It was a half an hour walk home, and he managed to run there in twenty five. Wheezing as he made it to the stairs, he slowly forced himself up and unlocked the door, running to his bedroom. He pulled the journal out from its hiding place, and turned to a new page. Thinking of something to write, he finally jotted down "I hope that I find a hundred dollars in the trash bin on the west side of the apartment building."
Quickly shoving the book into its hiding place, Matthew ran out of the house and opened the bin, only to find a crumpled bill sitting on the top next to a banana peel. He frowned slightly as he pulled it out, but upon further inspection was actually kinda clean.
He sat down on the curb. This couldn't have been a coincidence. He let out a heavy breath as he shoved the bill in his pocket. So does that mean… Gilbert doesn't actually love him? He wiped a tear from his eye. No, no its fine. Maybe he'll change the wish. Then again… Who was it hurting? He could just keep it a little longer. Along with the ones he just made. Matthew smiled. Who said that him doing this hurt anyone at all! Smiling, Matthew ran back to his room and pulled out the book, writing a new list of wishes.
"I wish I passed all my classes"
"I wish my mom win the lottery"
"I wish my brother finally gets his dream job."
Closing the journal, Matthew smiled and started to cry. This could do so many good things. He closed the journal again in put it back in its place. Walking down to the store, Matthew bought himself a new pair of shoes and a large package of gummy worms.
When he got home, his mom sat on the steps, smiling, tears in her eyes. Walking up to her, he was greeted by a large hug. "Matthew, I won the lottery!" Smiling, Matthew squeezed his mom as tight as he could. "That's amazing! How much?!"
"941.8 billion."
Matthews jaw dropped. When he said win the lottery he meant a few hundred thousand…But this… This was… He picked up his mom and swung her around in a circle. "THIS IS AMAZING!" he yelled. Setting her down finally, they hugged again before wiping the tears from their eyes.
Just about then, Alfred came running into the yard. "You guys! You guys! I was eating lunch with Arthur when a man asked me if I wanted a job in acting… He gave me his card. I looked him up and he represents the most famous people in Holly Wood! He said he would call me later with a movie role!"
Running up he hugged his mother, and then Matt. Pausing, the conversation stopped before their mother busted out with "I won the lottery! 941.8 billion Alfred!" Alfred's eyes widened. He started to cry.
"This is a miracle." His mother muttered.
Matthew smiled. It sure was. He didn't plan on stopping there either.
So I know I already posted today but... After seeing the reviews and the follows I felt a surge of inspiration! So I wrote chapter 2. I hope all of y'all like it, I wrote this chapter with a great "feel good" sorta thing. Like I said, I would love reviews on what I can do better, things you think about the story, and other things. Thank y'all so much for reviewing, favouriting, and following! 3