• Chapter 1: Wish

    You wish for something enough, can it ever come true?

    "Hey Joemae wake up!"

    Peter yelled from the other room. I am seriously not getting up today is the las day of school so why should I have to go to school it's just a waste of day but at least it's the last....I groaned and turned over, smooshing my head into the crappy pillow. Peter started to head towards my room, his footsteps were staggered as if she was carrying something. He got closer and I heard a sloshing noise.... s**t! I tossed the dark blue blanket off and almost jumped up right as he got to my door.

    "Hey the forecast for today is sunshine with a dump of rain." Laughing he open the door and added.

    "Oh and also a big change of hail."

    Looking up he saw I was awake and shook his head while laughing.

    "Aww Sis no fair now you have as good as hearing as me sense you have gone through your first Shift."

    Oh yeah thats right, shaping into a squirrel and now I kept finding nuts in my pockets and hair. Such a pain I should've listened to Peter about focusing on a simple animal like a dog or a cat, but that stupid squirrel kept distracting me.
    Peter read my thoughts and laughed.

    "Remind me to thank that squirrel."

    He Laughed again and walked away talking in the high squeaky Squirrel language. Much to my annoyance he left the bucket right in the doorway. Not wanting to get ready i looked around taking in the tiny room. My small dark blue bed shoved into the corner, a bookshelf falling apart with stuff all over it, a tiny dresser stuffed with clothes, and a mirror with a crack down it. Grabbing some clothes I thought about how nice it would be to have a real room, scratch that a real house not a excuse for one that only had 4 small rooms. It would be in a neighborhood where you didn't have to have a gun in your back pocket just to walk down the street. A green lawn to walk around with bare feet running and having the dew stick to your feet. My dream died as I realized where I was, my shabby room. I walked out into the living/kitchen room. Peter was eating Cereal with Orange juice and reading the newspaper with a concerned face.

    "Whats wrong Peter?"

    His face turned back to neutral and he avoided the subject.

    "Nothing. Are you happy to only have one day left for school?"

    "Eh kinda I still have one more day in the classrooms of hell."

    I started to pack up my books and bag making sure I had everything so I wouldn't have to go back to return anything late. I looked up at the time to see it was a minute before the bus cam. Running out the door I shouted a grumbly goodbye.