The Secret of the Wishing well

Chapter One

       Everyone has a breaking point, and of coarse, everyone has nerves. Maybe you've broken down before and just started screaming and screaming until finally, your throat crackled and became dry. But how I've broken down is a little odd, a lot different than just screaming and stamping your foot 'till you wobble when you stand. It's just plain different.

       I used to stare out the window and gaze at our cows and horses play gleefully with each-other, giving a "moo" or a "hee" now and then to show there happiness and how delighted they were to be animals.

       There I sat still watching them with my eyebrows arched in a weird angle pointing up and a upside down smile on my face. How dare they be happy when their master is always gloomy and depressed!How dare they!

       It is true that life had once been good and cheerful. Mom and dad would always throw a party now and them, have some fun and show of some of their wacky dance moves, but not any more! Suddenly, all has changed when Wendy Staurt, the newborn baby arrived. Her sea blue eyes, chubby, round legs and arms, her red button mouth always curved up in a smile, strawberry blonde hair, and round, soft peach colored cheeks attracted all the attention she could get! At first, staring endlessly at her rippling, crystal like eyes completely hypnotized me into a daze, but a powerful voice inside of me screamed," Snap out of it! You don't like her!"

        I am used to getting all the attention I can get by my talents at origami,or in another word, crafts. I have always been fond of anything designed carefully by human hands. I never figured why, but animals that you can create with only two materials such like paper and hands( no offense to people who don't have hands. I find that very saddening). I see crafting like a pleasure when some people find crafting too irritating and takes a tremendous effort and is a waste of time when they could be chilling out in the sun and playing sports.

       When Wendy arrived, no one ever oohed or aahed over me. Jealousy, anger, and madness boiled all over me like hot soup and soaked into my bones, filling them with its evilness. That is not all! I tried hard to be nice to Wendy by reading her books, teaching her the alphabet. Soon I learned to love Wendy and her hypnotizing eyes.

       When Wendy recited the alphabet for the first time, everyone was amazed by her cleverness when it was actually me secretly teaching her behind the scenes! After then, I never got the love I wanted.