Only sometimes will I gaze out my window and wish to have fun...
Wait! ... Only sometimes do I wish I could talk... Yeah. Thats it! That's what this ache is...
A car door slams.
Dad's home today! He'll tell me a story, and I'll smile secretly, and we'll have fun like we always do! I dash to the door, my face emotionless, my heart jumping in glee. And since today is my eleventh birthday, he'll bring me a toy like he always does. One year it was a stuffed animal, another year brought an action figure... One year he even managed to get a little wind up chicken that laid a chocolate egg.
I open the door, excited. But it's only my classmate. I slowly start to shut the door on his smiling face, when he yells "WAIT!" And launches himself in the door. He's the most popular boy in school. What could he want with someone like me?
I reopen the door. "Can I come in?" I step back, and jerk my head like 'let's get this over with.'
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What If? Talent of Truth
FantasyWhat if? You were always right. And if you werent, the world changed for you? add in a prince friend, an evildoer, a flaw, and a lot of coincedences, and you have my world of What if? Talent of Truth,
