I am making a story with my friend Jennifer. It is called One Wish. We are each writing individual chapters. For the odd chapters, go to Jennifer's blog: http://xd3vilxgrlx.blogspot.com/. I will be posting the even chapters here. Read chapter one before coming back here to read chapter two please. :)
One Wish
Chapter Two: Penelope
"Hey, Penelope!"
"What's up, Sparrow?"
"Love the shoes, Pen."
That was what I heard as I walked to the back of the school bus. Everyone was saying hi to me, Penelope Sparrow. I smiled, waved, and said "Hi!" in response.
"Hi Penny." Megan Goldberg said. She was one of my best friends at school. She patted the seat beside her. "I saved you a seat."
"I see." I responded jokingly. "Thanks, Meg." I shoved my bag beneath the seat and sat down. Megan grinned at me, her blue eyes sparkling. I noticed immediately. "Oh my god, your hair!" I exclaimed.
"Now you notice." She said mockingly.
"It's great! I love it!" I said. She laughed, and reached up to touch it. Her beautiful blond hair was cropped to her chin. "It really looks awesome! I might have to cut my hair now."
"No way!" Megan exclaimed. It was well known that all the girls in Emerald High loved and envied my hair. It was long, thick, wavy, and a dark brown, to match my eyes.
"Yea. You're right." I agreed. "So, how was your spring break?"
"You would never believe it! Wait, let me tell it when Kate and Rachel get here." She promised. Kate Minera and Rachel Wilder were my other two friends. Together, the four of us made up the most popular group in Emerald High. I was the leader, in a way. Megan was second in command, you could say, and Kate and Rachel were in our group. Just then, the bus stopped. Rachel got on the bus. She got pretty much the same welcome as me. She sped to the back of the bus to join me and Megan.
"Hey Meg, hey Pen." She said. She sat in the seat across from us and put her bag next to her to save a seat for Kate.
Soon, the bus pulled up to the school and we got off. We were all in different classes. This was something that made me sad. We could only talk during lunch and after school. But the sooner lunch came, the better. So I ran off to class, shouting good-bye's to my friends. My teacher had written a Do Now on the board: Stand around the room and wait for your new seats. I was annoyed at this, but what could I do. I dropped my bag on the floor and waited.
Half an hour later, I was in my new seat, right next to Mark Briant, who I had a huge crush on. He was tall and had bright red hair and freckles. He played the trumpet in our school band, something which I thought was extremely hot. I played the flute, so I only saw him play in the concerts, though. I quietly moved my pencil case over to the right side of my desk and got out my notebook. I watched Mark out of the corner of my eye. He didn't seem to care at all that I sat beside him. Me, Penelope Sparrow, the most popular girl of the grade. The girl who liked him so much. Why wouldn't he just like her back?
"Now, everyone, I want you to take out your notebooks. Today we will be talking about wishes." Mr Friedner said. Mr Friedner taught literature, and every Monday we discussed something that you might find in books. Some of the topics were interesting, but this one just seemed stupid. I sighed, and began to doodle in my notebook.
"Yes, Harriet." Mr Friedner called on the red headed girl in the front row.
"Well, I know about a few types of wishes. Should I list them?" She asked tentetivly.
"Yes, go ahead." Mr Friedner replied.
"Well, I know that you can wish upon a coin, if you drop it in a well. And I've heard you can wish on a rainbow. And then there's wishing on a falling star, of course. You see the falling star and you say the rhyme and your wish should come true." Harriet babbled. "The rhyme is 'Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.'"
"Yes, Harriet. Good job." Mr Friedner said. I thought about this. I had always wished on coins in wells, but it never had worked. I was a big believer in wishes, though. I wrote the rhyme on the back of my notebook with a picture of a falling star. I saw Mark peering over my shoulder out of the corner of my eye, and I blushed, turning my notebook back over to the front, but then seeing what I had written there, I opened it to a blank page. Mark snorted, and turned away. Why had I written 'Penelope Sparrow + Mark Briant' on the front cover of my notebook in visible red sharpie? Because I liked him, so much. And now, with a sinking feeling in my gut, I realized he would never like me back.
After dinner, it was just dark. I walked up to my room and opened the curtains above my window. I sat on the windowsill and looked outside. I saw the starry sky, illuminated. For once, I thought that wishing upon a star might come true. And just as I thought that, I saw a star, streaking downwards through the sky. I stared at it.
"Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight." I whispered upon the star. And then, with only a moment's hesitation, I said my wish.
"I wish Mark Briant would like me."
One Wish
Chapter Two: Penelope
"Hey, Penelope!"
"What's up, Sparrow?"
"Love the shoes, Pen."
That was what I heard as I walked to the back of the school bus. Everyone was saying hi to me, Penelope Sparrow. I smiled, waved, and said "Hi!" in response.
"Hi Penny." Megan Goldberg said. She was one of my best friends at school. She patted the seat beside her. "I saved you a seat."
"I see." I responded jokingly. "Thanks, Meg." I shoved my bag beneath the seat and sat down. Megan grinned at me, her blue eyes sparkling. I noticed immediately. "Oh my god, your hair!" I exclaimed.
"Now you notice." She said mockingly.
"It's great! I love it!" I said. She laughed, and reached up to touch it. Her beautiful blond hair was cropped to her chin. "It really looks awesome! I might have to cut my hair now."
"No way!" Megan exclaimed. It was well known that all the girls in Emerald High loved and envied my hair. It was long, thick, wavy, and a dark brown, to match my eyes.
"Yea. You're right." I agreed. "So, how was your spring break?"
"You would never believe it! Wait, let me tell it when Kate and Rachel get here." She promised. Kate Minera and Rachel Wilder were my other two friends. Together, the four of us made up the most popular group in Emerald High. I was the leader, in a way. Megan was second in command, you could say, and Kate and Rachel were in our group. Just then, the bus stopped. Rachel got on the bus. She got pretty much the same welcome as me. She sped to the back of the bus to join me and Megan.
"Hey Meg, hey Pen." She said. She sat in the seat across from us and put her bag next to her to save a seat for Kate.
*****
Soon, the bus pulled up to the school and we got off. We were all in different classes. This was something that made me sad. We could only talk during lunch and after school. But the sooner lunch came, the better. So I ran off to class, shouting good-bye's to my friends. My teacher had written a Do Now on the board: Stand around the room and wait for your new seats. I was annoyed at this, but what could I do. I dropped my bag on the floor and waited.
Half an hour later, I was in my new seat, right next to Mark Briant, who I had a huge crush on. He was tall and had bright red hair and freckles. He played the trumpet in our school band, something which I thought was extremely hot. I played the flute, so I only saw him play in the concerts, though. I quietly moved my pencil case over to the right side of my desk and got out my notebook. I watched Mark out of the corner of my eye. He didn't seem to care at all that I sat beside him. Me, Penelope Sparrow, the most popular girl of the grade. The girl who liked him so much. Why wouldn't he just like her back?
"Now, everyone, I want you to take out your notebooks. Today we will be talking about wishes." Mr Friedner said. Mr Friedner taught literature, and every Monday we discussed something that you might find in books. Some of the topics were interesting, but this one just seemed stupid. I sighed, and began to doodle in my notebook.
"Yes, Harriet." Mr Friedner called on the red headed girl in the front row.
"Well, I know about a few types of wishes. Should I list them?" She asked tentetivly.
"Yes, go ahead." Mr Friedner replied.
"Well, I know that you can wish upon a coin, if you drop it in a well. And I've heard you can wish on a rainbow. And then there's wishing on a falling star, of course. You see the falling star and you say the rhyme and your wish should come true." Harriet babbled. "The rhyme is 'Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.'"
"Yes, Harriet. Good job." Mr Friedner said. I thought about this. I had always wished on coins in wells, but it never had worked. I was a big believer in wishes, though. I wrote the rhyme on the back of my notebook with a picture of a falling star. I saw Mark peering over my shoulder out of the corner of my eye, and I blushed, turning my notebook back over to the front, but then seeing what I had written there, I opened it to a blank page. Mark snorted, and turned away. Why had I written 'Penelope Sparrow + Mark Briant' on the front cover of my notebook in visible red sharpie? Because I liked him, so much. And now, with a sinking feeling in my gut, I realized he would never like me back.
*****
I made it through the day without incident. I hugged my friends as I got off the bus. I ran up the steps of my house and opened the door. My mother was inside, cooking dinner. I ran over, hugged her, and ran up to my room to wait for dinner.After dinner, it was just dark. I walked up to my room and opened the curtains above my window. I sat on the windowsill and looked outside. I saw the starry sky, illuminated. For once, I thought that wishing upon a star might come true. And just as I thought that, I saw a star, streaking downwards through the sky. I stared at it.
"Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight." I whispered upon the star. And then, with only a moment's hesitation, I said my wish.
"I wish Mark Briant would like me."
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