"It takes as much energy to wish, as it does to plan."
-Eleanor Rosevelt
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It was a regular day in sunny Rosedale. Peaceful actually. Until I stumbled upon a wishing well. A very random wishing well if you ask me. And being the freak-wierdo I am, I decided to make a wish and throw a quarter, yes a quarter, in the well. I had nothing other than that okay?? Now stop judging me through a glass screen.
"I wish for a boy i could call mine. One that will hold me tight and kiss my nose. One that will take me on random car rides and just drive. One with irrasistable eyes and warm pink lips. Thats what i wish for."
That day, I threw the quarter into the wishing well not expecting much out of it.
Boy was i wrong…
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Wishing Well
Teen Fiction"Who throws quarter's in wishing wells anyways?" "Well if you werent down there then it wouldn't have hit you're head now would it?" "Well that still doesnt anwser my question." "Well you never anwser mine" "Can you just shut up for more then...
