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A Wish
Chapter 1 Part 1
We were
strangers. We were strangers for far too long. Maybe
that’s because he was so mysterious. He wasn’t the
mysterious kind that would make you run home if you saw him in
an alley painted with shadows. He was someone you wondered
about, someone you wished you understood. But he kept quiet,
and everyone kept wondering. His hazel eyes, they always seemed
to hide something. Pain, if you looked close enough. Everyone
else just assumed he was mad. Crazy, angry, locked up and
reserved, always keeping to himself. I knew a little more than
they did, though. Every Sunday since I was eleven my mother
brought him and his single mom the old, unsellable bread from
our bakery. His father, Mr. Stoler, is gone. I don’t know
where to, though. Nobody ever told me and I never asked. Once,
the first time we made the trip to the Stolers’ house, I
went there with my mother. “It tastes like new if you
just toast it. It really isn’t all that old
anyway,” I heard my mother’s voice echo. There was
something about her voice, it always seemed to fill the room
and bounce back in joyous repetitions. My mother used her
gently booming voice, telling Mrs. Stoler she hopes
she’ll feel better, to stay strong, and if she needs
anything she should ask. All through it, Zander’s
hazel eyes are staring my way, as if trying to penetrate me. I
just stood there awkwardly, trying to find words to say,
wishing they could flow out of my mouth as easily as they do
from my mom’s. I guess you could say I’m jealous of
her for a lot of reasons; she’s not biologically related
to me so she has all different features. She’s tall and
has silky straight brown hair. She has a way of being likable.
Around 20 years ago, she went to help in Cuba, where Haiti had
dropped a nuclear bomb. She worked as a nurse there and was
exposed to high levels of radiation, but she was happy there
because it was where she met and fell in love with my father,
it was love at first sight. They tried to have children, but
couldn’t because of the radiation. So, I was adopted.
I’m Russian and Irish, and I have strawberry blonde hair
and freckles as numerous as the stars in the sky. My eyes are a
cloudy green-gray color, and my family says they’re
pretty, but they’re
lying. I never
liked myself, I could never seem to find love anywhere. So,
now, I have walls built up around me, and it’s not to
keep people out but to see who cares enough to break them down.
Nobody does.
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