WHEN WISHES COME TRUE I woke up on a bright Easter day, my mood contrasting the atmosphere greatly. My little brother was definitely being spoiled rotten with presents when it wasn’t even Christmas yet. You might ask what was wrong with me. “You are a grown kid now. You have duties to your little brother. We are not going to treat you like we treat your brother,” mom said, when I asked her to buy me supplies for my school project. “We give you pocket money for a reason. Use it. You’re already fifteen and in a few years you’ll be paying us rent,” my father said, adding fuel to the fire. Why did they try so hard to show me I am an adult now? I know that, don’t I? I hate it when they do that—thinking that if they instill fear on me, I would be like they want me to be. But I won’t. I went downstairs, fighting the urge of jumping from the window and running away to nowhere and saw the very same thing I was expecting. My brother was given so many gifts that he was greedily, and pathetically, opening. I fought the urge not to cry, my parents never treated me that way, even when I was that young. None of them even cared to look at me or even mutter a "Good morning" or "Happy Easter" to me. I had enough. I pushed open the door and stormed out of the house. Now that I was outside, I was so sure they wouldn’t let me back in. I was so regretting letting my emotions take over me. I walked for a long distance, completely clueless of what I had to do now. I went right back to my favorite spot atop a small hill that wasn’t very far. I sat down with my legs crossed when I reached the top, that was also a forest. I could see the entire city from up there. I don’t know what caused me to wonder about how many people would be there that actually cared about me. As I was thinking of the countless possibilities that I could think of—a part time job being one of them—I heard a faint shuffling from some bushes behind me. I thought I was imagining things, but then I heard it again. I immediately became alert and grabbed a branch that was beside me, and faced the bush. “Show yourself! Who are you?” I asked loudly, my voice echoing through the woods. I cautiously walked up to the bush and poked it sharply. “Blimey, watch it! You could called me, no need to poke me like that!” a squeaky voice complained from behind. But I found it more weird that I was curious and not scared. “C-can this bush talk?” I asked to myself foolishly. “Bush? Jesus you are really stupid. Do I looking like a bush to you?” the voice squeaked again, and, to my utmost surprise, a small bunny popped out of the bush. His fur was snowy white and his eyes were brown and bright. He was rather adorable. “Aww...come here little bunny,” “Woah woah, woah, stay away from me!” And before I knew it, I screamed. Extremely loudly. “STOP SCREAMING!” I stop, as if on command, and asked, “Y-you can talk? But how,” and I realized. “You’re the Easter Bunny!” “No,” the creature said, finally warming up to me, “I’m Oliver, and you are?” “Oh, um, Clara. Nice to meet you sir,” I offered my hand. He hesitated at first but then tried to shake hands, the only disadvantage being that his paw was too small. He held my index finger and shook it with his paw, his cute face flushed. “What might a young lady like you be doing here?” he asked politely, much different from his grumpy self that was present a few minutes ago. Well, that escalated quickly. “This is my favorite spot, I like being here. You can see the whole city from here,” “Oh, I like being here as well but I have to stay hidden. You seemed like a nice person so I came up to you,” “Nice? I thought you said stupid,” I smirked, raising a brow. “Oh, well, um, that’s a different thing,” he stuttered. Somehow, I liked him getting embarrassed. “Do you have a wish?” “Come again?” “Do you have a wish? Well, since I am trapped here on Earth until I fulfill someone’s wish. But I can’t go wandering in the streets in case someone hunts me down. I know humans,” he replied. I wanted to tell him to make my parents understand me well but I realized how selfish that would be. I thought of a very clever thing. “Well, I do have a wish,” I said, uncertainly. I wasn’t sure if that would really work or not. “Yes?” he asked, unusually excited.
“That you get the power of getting in out of Earth at will,” I said softly. It seemed as though his eyes just popped out of his head. “Really?” “Yeah, but since we are friends now you have to visit me often, even if its secretly,” I said, smiling. “Thanks you! I’ll visit you every day and let everyone else know about you!” “Wait, there’s more of you as well?” But he was already gone. I smiled again, he freed me of all my worries. I skipped my way back home, and increased my speed when I realized that the sun was setting. Though I hesitate to knock on the door, I still did. No one opened. I thought they had disowned me for real. Instead, I was greeted with my mother’s crying face and my father’s worried one. My little brother took to even further and hugged my legs tightly. “Where had you been? I thought something happened to you!” mom cried harder. I realized that Oliver had realized my wish and fulfilled it. Now I’m a twenty one year old and am writing this diary entry after so many years. I think it is safe to say that Oliver kept his promise. Oh! Someone is knocking on the window. I got to go, it must be Oliver. Extras: PART II OF STORY: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/666325279/ I take plot requests for the continuation of this particular story as well. Plots may be for a completely new story as well.
