Linette, make your wish...

Prologue

"Happy birthday to you!" my parents finished.  I have been thinking about what I would wish for, on this very sacred day, for some time now.  My father brought out the cake, red velvet as tradition, with the 13 candles on it to show how old I was turning. "Make a wish and blow them out, Linette," said Maria, my mother.  And so I did, I closed my eyes, thought deep and hard remembering my wish, then my eyes shot open and I blew the flames from each candle.  Then I smiled lightly in accomplishment of what I had wished for. "Well, now that that is over," said Maria, knowing that I would never tell what I wished for, "let us eat some cake, and Linette, after cake today will be no different than normal." Normal is to brush my teeth, bathe, comb my hair, and say my blessings then fall straight to sleep. No exceptions. Not even on my birthday. However, when I get into bed, I close my eyes and wait for two hours. By then, my parents are asleep and I am free to do what I do every night when I am alone, magic. My parents don't know that I can use magic; they always just knew I was different. And I'm going to keep it this way, if they found out; rather, if mother found out, I would be in BIG trouble. Not only would my routine be stricter, she'd probably install cameras in my room! Cameras! It really is beautiful, my magic I mean. The way is sparkles off the tip of my fingers. The bright blues, purples, and pinks. The magic glitters and shines. I can make my whole room light up, but if you were to look into my room through the door or windows, it would look like nothing more than a thin brunette girl, asleep in her little grey bed.