Chapter 10

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Freen's POV

FF

I rushed into my room to look for the journal and there it is, the stupid glittery pink journal.

"Hey, what's going on?." Becky asked, still confused.

I just ignored her and flipped to first page and sht. It's not here.

I flipped every single page just to make sure and there's still nothing.

"You know, you're starting to freak me out." Becky said.

I grabbed a pen from my desk but--

"W-what should I write?." I asked Becky.

"What--"

"L-like a wish. Say a wish." I told her.

"Isn't that supposed to be a journal?." She asked, even more confused.

"I know, but I-I just want to check something."

"Well uhm--I don't know, wish you are someone or something else I guess." She said.

That's it. So, I started writing,

[ Dear Universe,

         I was just wondering what will happen if I were a boy. ]

Then I looked for my lipstick and sealed it with a kiss just like the last time.

But nothing happened.

"Now what?." Becky asked.

"M-maybe I should fall asleep. Right, maybe that'll do the thing." I told myself.

"Okay, I'm outta here--" but I instantly held Becky's hand,

"N-no. Please, stay."

"Look, you're not okay. You've been acting weird the entire night. If you're on crack, I swear--"

"I'm not. I-I'm just trying to figure out something. So please Becky, stay for the night." I sincerely said.

So yeah, she slept over that night.

NEXT DAY

I woke up and instantly turned off my annoying alarm.

Becky is nowhere to be found.

Tsk I told her to stay.

"Fred, breakfast is ready!." I heard my mom saying from downstairs.

Wait, Fred?

I gently stood up as I stretched my body and flabbergasted is an understatement the moment I saw my reflection in the mirror. I literally screamed on top of my lungs.

Who the f is that?

And what is this thing standing-ew!

Wait, is this the wish? OMG! So, it is real!.

A smile slowly crept in my face.

I think this is the best day of my life!

I opened my closet and everything were switch into a male's wardrobe.

This is the coolest thing ever, which means that journal can turn me into anything I want and can even take me into different periods of time!

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