Make a Wish

Make a Wish

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You should know that this story has Justin Bieber in it, so prepare for massive amounts of sexiness ************************** "Chandra, so you already know about this but since you have an inoperable brain tumor, you get one wish from the make a wish foundation." Chandra rolled her eyes, she tried to seem like she was cool with it, but on the inside she was screaming. She stroked a braid of her long, brown, freshly, and tightly braided hair and smirked. She was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer at the age of 13, she's 17 now and still alive and well. She's gone through about 11 surgeries removing every tumor that ever appeared. But this one, is inoperable, and she had already picked out her wish when she was 15 years old. Her mouth started to open as she took in a long breath "My wish is-"
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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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