Wishes don't come True

Chapter One: Chasing Rainbows

She stared at the cold windowpane and watched softly as the drips of rain spattered on the window. Drops of rain fell on her too, but in the shape of a tear. Because it was a tear. And nothing could change that.

In the morning the sky had turned from a dark and gray abyss to a light blue ocean. It had a rainbow too. She would want it. She did want it. She wanted to catch it. She wanted...

A change.

But she would not get it. Wishes don't come true after all. Neither do dreams. Her life is dull and boring as is so why add another boring thing to it? She wanted excitement. Love, compassion, confidence, leadership, sisterhood, loyalty, and a life. She couldn't get it. It's not in her destiny or her prophecy.

She fled the house and followed the rainbow. That was the change she tried for. The stupid change. She thought that a simple, non-realistic fantasy, rainbow could fix her problems. She thought of the cauldron and the golden coins along with it. She would be showered in riches, literally.

But no.

It wasn't there. No riches. No pot. She reached the end of the rainbow, or was it the end? Maybe it was the start. The only thing at this end or start was a few caterpillars and butterflies. But that's not what she wanted. She wanted a change. Not a few bugs. She kicked the dirt and sat down on a stump. The rainbow unformed hours later. Unsurprisingly she left before she could see the rainbow gone like paint dripping down the canvas.

She mixed the dough with the red food dye and poked at it. Nobody would enjoy this sweet treat with her. She knew that, but.... she just wanted to try it. It was her new change. And of course... it failed. She could never have a change in her life. If she could it would be her life itself. She didn't know it yet, but she was cursed this lowly, boring life. She shaped the dough and put it on a tray in the oven. She washed her hands and settled in for a book. (Boring right?).

She checked the clock real quick, which read: 12:34 p.m. She closed her eyes and wished: I would at least like to have an exciting life. One that isn't filled with the doubts and angst of the world. Leave this life behind and give me a new beginning. She checked the time again: 12:35 p.m. At least half of her wish wouldn't come true. She settled back in the book until she went to check on the cookies. (Yes, she makes red cookies. Don't judge my boring character.). "Just a few more minutes." She shut the oven and sighed. What could she do to pass the time?

She went upstairs to the bookshelf above. She brought out a crippled, torn book. It read: The times when the World. She flipped the page and it read: To my wonderful daughter, ****. (Hint hint: The daughter is She. I'm not giving away her real name YET). The sound of the dreadful ovens beeping annoyed her, at least that was a start. She scurried down the circling stairs and traced her footsteps to the oven. She popped out the tray and put whipped cream, and rainbow sprinkles on top. The cookie was but a simple sugar cookie, she had hoped for a change. But this would not be it. There could never be one. She is simply nothing but a boring girl.