Once Upon A Wish
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"Bye Daddy", I yell as I hurry to get my jacket on.
"Be safe!" I heard him yell as I grab my backpack and ran out the door to school.
as usual, I was late for school. today was just like every other day. late for school rushing to get there before first bell rings. a thought crossed my mind as I stepped off the curb, I wish something would change in my life. Something to make my life different. Little did I know, that this wish would come true. And that something WOULD change. And that something, would be me. That after this, nothing would be easy ever again. That my life would never be the same again... Little did I know that nothing would ever be the same again..... I never saw it coming.
SCREECH!!!! SLAM!!
Screams. Sirens. Someone calling my name. Beeping. Crying. Someone holding my hand speaking soundlessly, words I couldn't hear. A figure hunched over in a hospital chair, weeping. A doctor, and the words. WE NEED TO OPERATE IMEDIATELY. Flashes, like bits of a movie strung together missing parts. Many questions ran through my mind when it was all over. What happened? Where was I? Why were they crying? Why did the doctor look so sad? Who were these people? And more importantly....
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