Hello, Shooting Star

Hello, Shooting Star

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"Make a Wish," says he she closes her eyes and thinks of the people surrounding her. A warm smile makes its way to her lips as she felt soft hands entwine with hers on both sides. Right now, everything is fine. She's not scared anymore. The people that mattered most to her was on her side. She open her eyes,but sees nothing. She accepted on how fate would let her end up this way, as a price. Hot drops of water fall from her cheeks as she tries to grin 'Its alright' she tells herself "I wish the best of our stars for tomorrow's soon. " Such a 'Cliché' sentence, is it? But to her, she knew they would say . . . . " Wish,shall be granted."
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Her Wish

She was all alone now... Any previous traces of the outside world were temporarily pushed away as she entered her secret heaven, separate from everything and everyone else. Reclining slowly onto her back, crushing blades of grass beneath her, a faint sigh escaped from the eighteen year old girl’s heart-shaped lips. Gazing at the stars above and spending time alone, had over time, become her only escape of reality. This wide field of grass had become her home. The natural sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl had become her neighbors, her friends. The tranquil flow of the river nearby, her music. And the far-off, scintillating stars, her hope. No matter how many things had gone wrong, how many times she had failed to do something, how many people had turned against her; the girl always had the option of crawling back to this secluded spot that none but her self knew of. Every time, she would crawl back here and wish upon the stars. And every night, she would wish for the same thing, over and over again. She’d wish for happiness. And she’d continue to wish, hoping that someday, someone, somewhere, would take the time to listen, that they would take the time to help make her wish come true. And one day, it did.

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