prologue (READ FIRST!): https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/517462755/ Part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/566217009/ As I'm searching for my table, I spot my old friend group. They started avoiding me like the plague after I had this insta fame thing going on. And it's understandable. With all the attention I get, plus with how I never tell anyone to stop bothering me, you would think that I like the attention. So that's what my group thinks of me now. An attention seeker. Great. A loud snort erupts from their table. I grin. That would be Macy, the one with the loudest laugh and the most welcoming friend. She really loved baking and would always invite us over to try some new recipe she made. Aspen is leaning back and has a small smile on her face. I shake my head, remembering how she always had the most sarcastic remarks and swift comebacks. She had a paint smudge on her face, typical. Aspen was really into art, more specifically painting. There would be paint splotches all over her hands, and one time neon green paint got onto her black leggings. All of us had frantically tried to scrub her pants clean before her mom got back home. Nova was taking some selfies with her phone, and then I could see her concentrating as she edited it. She showed it to the group and was met with a round of applause. Nova had a way with technology none of us could match. She was an awesome coder, having mastered Python, HTML, CSS, and was learning Java and app development. She was also really caring and always lent you a listening ear. I used to be the quiet, shy, wallflower that was the peacemaker whenever we got into fights. I remember Aspen once called me, "the tape that kept our art project together." Macy asked her, "Isn't it the glue that keeps us together?" Aspen had smacked her on the arm and said, "Do you know how messy glue is? I don't need to get that stuff all over my leggings." I laugh out loud without realizing and that's when my old friends noticed me. Nova offered me a small smile, Macy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Aspen suddenly found the floor extremely interesting. I sighed and headed to a table that was a. far away from them, and b. by the trash cans and under the horrible, flickering fluorescent lights. At least they weren't rude to me, right? I had just fished my sandwich out from my lunchbox when a group of people rushed over to me, a few of them holding their noses to protect them from the stinky trash cans. I groaned inwardly. Apparently, my attempts to eat my lunch in peace had backfired. A girl with two messy pigtails plopped herself right now next to me. A boy tried shoving her off the seat. "HEY!" He yelled. "I WANT TO MAKE THE WISH FIRST!" The girl didn't budge. "Get in line, idiot." She crossed her arms. He stomped off. She sidled up to me, despite my best effort to lean away from her. "I hate snakes," she said bluntly. "Make my fear go away." I let out a small sigh and made the wish. She looked at me expectantly, as did my little crowd of onlookers. "I'm still scared," she complained. "Try harder." I grit my teeth and tried again. She still said, "I'm still scared. My cousin got a wish from you and now I think you're just an impostor." Why wasn't it working? I clenched my fists and made the wish again. Suddenly, a big, fat, slimy snake landed smack dab on her forehead. She screeched at the top of her lungs. "I'M STILL AFRAID!" She shrieked, running off. "I'M STILL SCARED! SOMEONE HELP!" The boy from earlier voiced aloud what everyone was thinking. "The wish... didn't work."
