Wishes
by Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Pixar owns everyone.
Was she looking at me? That girl, what was her name, Violet? Yeah, Violet is her name.
Tony glanced once more at table on the far right side of the lunchroom. She wasn't there.
Oh hell, Tony who the hell are you kidding? Why she take even a millisecond of a glance at a stupid prep like you.
She has a totally mysterious look going on. Mysterious girls like mysterious goth boys, not stupid jock preps.
I hate the way my mother makes me dress. I wish I could get a job so I could buy my own damn clothes. A job that pays more then the paper route. I wish my mother hadn't burned my "The Voices in my head tell me your stupid" shirt.
Well, as long as I'm wishing, I might as well as wish that my dad wasn't over 25 years older then my mother. Mother so married him for the money. She is so a trophy wife and I'm so a trophy son.
God, those are bad thoughts to think about your parents. But it hurts to know that it isn't merely the teen angst speaking. It's the truth.
I wish my uncle Gio was still alive. Mother said his lifestyle was depraved and immoral, but she was fine sending me to visit every time she needed "a break". Like you have a job, Mother and like you didn't use a nanny.
Mother, Uncle Gio was gay, but he was loving and responsible. Plus that strange white-haired lady told me he died "for the government". I think he could claim moral superiority here, if only he wasn't dead.
I wish-the bell rung.
"Tony, wake up man! You've spent the entire lunch period staring at that sandwich!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Tony tossed the sandwich back into his lunch bag. He hadn't been that hungry anyway.