The Wish (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1: The Wish
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I opened my eyes, glancing over at the alarm clock next to my bed. It was blaring, the red digits flashing; 6 AM. I sighed, rubbing my eyes. It was going to be a long time until summer returned.

School had started back up a few weeks before, causing me to hate life again. I was now in my senior year in high school, and it sucked so far. Just thinking about all of the projects and presentations we would have to do throughout the year gave me chills.

In case it wasn’t obvious, yes, I have a problem with speaking in front of groups of people. Sue me.

I sat up in bed, yawning. Scratching my head, I stood up and made my way to my dresser. Pulling open a drawer, I looked at myself in the mirror. I fixed my dark brown hair and looked at myself in my blue eyes. I didn’t find myself ugly, but I wouldn’t say I was the most attractive person in the world either. I wasn’t fat, and I wasn’t muscular, and I wasn’t a twig. I was just somewhat average.

I pulled out yet another video game shirt, this time being Fallout. I threw it on, and changed my pants. Opening my bedroom door, I passed my sister’s room and walked into the bathroom.

My sister, Lauren, was a year older than me. She wanted to go to college, but just hasn’t gotten to it yet. Don’t call me strange for saying this, but my sister got the better side of my parents genes. It’s okay to appreciate someone’s beauty without being attracted to them in that way, you know?

I masturbated everyday… sorry, strange transition. I was a virgin, but dreamed of having sex with a girl often. As a matter of fact, I would be one of those guys who thinks he has a crush on a girl, but who in reality is just attracted sexually to every girl in their school. Everyday I see a girl who I “like,” and then see another one, and another one…

I hopped in the shower, realizing I was dumb to have changed already. Turning on the shower, I let the warm water flow over me as something else flowed to my penis. I closed my eyes.

“Oh, yeah, Mikey… Fuck me!” Emma shouted, pushing her ass against my cock. I wasn’t so sure about anal, but she had insisted on it.

“Yeah, Mikey, cum in my tight little ass…”

As I came, I heard a knock on the door. “Mike, hurry up!” It was Lauren.

“Sorry, just a few more minutes.” I said, stepping out of the shower. I threw my clothes back on and walked to the sink.

I took out my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts, as I heard another banging on the door. “C’mon, Mike, open up the door!” Lauren shouted at me. I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and finished up. Opening up the door, Lauren pushed past me. “Finally.”

I held up my hands defensively. “God, sorry!” I walked over to my room and glanced at the clock; 6:30 AM. I had been in there for 30 minutes?! What happened? No wonder my gums hurt. I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs. Opening up my fridge, I pulled out the milk, checking the label. Seeing that it wasn’t expired, I grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl and walked over to the table. I thought about the day. First period; Algebra III. Homework…? Yes.

Second period; Chemistry. Homework…? … Yes.

I sighed. I was in a pile of shit. Instead of doing homework at home, as the name implies, I always did it the hard way; by calculating how much time I’d have to give up throughout my school day to do it. I always would say, “You know what? I’m going to do my homework at home today.”

Obviously, that never happens.

In case you were curious, I actually didn’t do Chem yet. Most people take it in their sophomore year, sometimes even in their junior years. Our school has a little by of leeway though, and since only Biology and Chemistry are required, I decided to wait until senior year to take Chemistry. Biology in my freshman year pissed me off, of course.

I looked at the digital clock on the stove, the green digits blinking; 6:43.

I sighed again, realizing it was time to go to school. I called up to my parents, saying goodbye, and headed out the door. I honesty didn’t care enough about Lauren to wait for her to get downstairs before leaving. She was kind of a bitch, to say the least. I walked down the road to my bus stop, waiting for it to pull up to the corner like it always did, at 6:54 flat.

My life was somewhat boring. Everything on a timer. Wake up at this time, get downstairs at that time, walk out the door when the clock ticked over. Schedules can wreck a person. I wanted something to happen, you know? Some variety.

I shook my head, clearing it, as the bus pulled up the street. I turned my head around in time to see Lauren lightly jogging to catch the bus, taking her time knowing the driver can’t legally leave without her.

I walked onto the bus, and found a seat near the back that was empty. Nobody I knew lived in my neighborhood, so therefore, no one I knew rode my bus. I didn’t mind, though. I spent my bus rides doing the homework from the previous day.

I watched my sister sit down as the bus doors closed. She instantly started chatting up a storm with her friends.

I hated her friends. Imagine in a pet store, where there’s a bird cage with hundreds of birds in it. All of the birds are relatively quiet except for a small pocket of them, who constantly chirp a shrill sound at all times of the day. Can you picture it?

Those are my sisters friends.
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I stepped off of the bus, placing my math folder under my arm. Now, I had home room to do chemistry. Yaaaay. I thought sarcastically, stepping into the school.

Our school has a bag check line, presumably to keep some random psycho from shooting up the school. Which I greatly appreciate, as I’d rather not be shot and killed at school. That place is a grave enough already.

I spot one of my friends, Alex, in the bag check line. I had a few friends, but as my mom always said, “Quality over quantity.”

I knew she was right. Who wants hundreds of “friends,” who will turn on you when the slightest drama comes up, when you can have, say, 10 trustworthy, lifelong buddies? But I couldn’t help but sometimes wish I could get into that popular group. Maybe I could someday. Maybe a girl would actually have sex with me.

I shrugged it off, realizing Alex was waving me over to him. I passed through the metal detector and grabbed my backpack, before heading over to Alex. On my way over, I passed a girl who said hello to me. Realizing it was Emma, my cock began to harden again. I said hello back and made my way to him.

“Hey, Mike!” Alex said, high-fiving me as I approached.

“Hey, Alex, what’s up?” I replied, actually wanting to know. We continued to have a conversation until I noticed her.

Coming up behind Alex with a smile on her face was Isabella. I smiled when we made eye contact and waved. Alex dawned a look of confusion, but when he turned, he smirked. “Well, looks like I’ll be heading out.”

I said goodbye as he walked away and approached her. “Hey, Bella!” People rarely called her Isabella. Most people called her Bella, or maybe Izzy. The only person who’d ever often call her Isabella was her mother.

In case it wasn’t already obvious, Bella was one of my friends. Hell, she was my best friend.

I met her when I moved to this town back in second grade. All the kids there had acted like they didn’t care about me, except for a select few, including Bella. She and Alex, as well as the rest of my group of friends, brought me in and accepted me as one of them.

Pretty dramatic for second grade, huh?

Bella and I joke about how we were ugly kids, and my god, we were. No wonder no one talked to us but each other. I’m pretty sure I grew out of my ugly faze, but my god, Bella definitely did. It hit me around seventh grade. Bella was getting hot. And I was scared.

When we were kids, Alex and Bella and I, we all were great friends. We had a few girls in our friend group, like Veronica and Sydney. As our ages grew, however, they grew as well. Grew in the front and the back. These little girls from my childhood were becoming women, and when they realized it, they ditched our group to join the popular kids. To do the drugs and drink the alcohol and fuck each other, or whatever it is they do. When I realized how attractive Bella was becoming, I was terrified that I would lose my best friend in the world, but I had underestimated her loyalty. She never thought about leaving us. We were like a family. She’s been the one to stick with me this whole time. Hell, to stick with me, and our group of friends, when she had a front seat pass to the popularity show.

She brushed her black hair over her ear and high-fived me, just as Alex had. “Heya, Mikey!”

I smiled. Bella was by far my favorite part of school. Her jokes at lunch, her meeting me randomly in the halls, and her being put next to me in Chemistry. Her laugh was like music to my ears, and always brought a smile to my face. And, I mean, she was really nice to look at. Her deep blue eyes complemented her jet black hair…

If it isn’t obvious yet, yes, I have a bit of a crush on Bella. Only a bit though. That’d be too weird. Childhood friends don’t usually end up together. And I always had a crush on girls, usually several at once, so they never really meant anything.

“What’s up, Bella?” I said, crossing my arms. I always had felt nervous about talking to girls, but never Bella. She just felt like… one of the bros, however weird that sounds.

“Nothing really. You do that Chemistry homework?” She said raising an eyebrow.

I scoffed. “Of course not.”

She laughed and shrugged. “Yeah, same here. Homeroom it is, right?” She said, patting my arm as she walked past me to homeroom.

“Yeah, that’s right…” I murmured as she walked away.

As I headed towards my homeroom, I noticed Alex talking to our other friend, Kyle. I decided to make a detour.

Alex would be my second best friend, I would say. We hung out the most, if you don’t count Bella. We played Xbox together, went to movies together, did average friend things. I’m glad he was my pal, and hoped he stayed that way.

Kyle was a pretty good guy. He hung out with us at lunch and I sat in front of him in Algebra. He’s also quite funny, and gets a good laugh whenever he talks. Not the best grades, however.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” I say, walking up between the two.

Kyle dips his head slightly. “Hey, Mike. Nothin’ much. Just can’t wait to get home.” He said, flicking a pencil up in the air and catching it.

We talked about how we were going to meet up on our Xbox’s after school and said our goodbyes. I walked away with Alex, since we were in the same homeroom, and chatted all the way. I didn’t really pay too much attention, though, as I was trying to recall what pages the Chemistry homework was on.
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I stepped into my first period classroom. Saying hello to my teacher, I took a seat in front of Kyle. “Hey, Kyle.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Hey, Mike. You do the homework?”

I sighed, reaching into my bag. “Y’know, you should really do the homework yourself sometime.” I said, handing him the homework.

He shrugged. “Sure, I’ll get right on that.” He said, copying down my work.

I sighed and looked around the room. I looked at all of the bitches and sluts in the classroom. You’d think there would be at least one good girl, but you’d be completely wrong. Girls wearing short shorts, and tight shirts, and open toed shoes…

Oh. Now would be the time to mention.