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To whom this may concern,
Do not be alarmed by happening upon this for that was the plan. Do not try to return this to anyone for it has no owner. Most importantly do not tell a soul that this has fallen into your possession.
Some pages will be blank. More likely than not only a single page will have anything written at all.
Whether or not you read this page is your prerogative. Others need the book and if you don't so be sure to follow the instructions that will shortly appear on the last page.
Other than it's contents, the book appeared fairly normal, at a quick glance anyway. The Dust Jacket was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. Meaning to re-read it for comfort, I slipped it off my shelf only to find it was close to being utterly empty. At first, I ran my fingers over each page as if I'd be able to feel the remnants of ink. Of course I couldn't feel anything, nothing hinting towards the plot and mauraders map being scraped off the paper. Intrigued by the few pages that did contain manuscript, my disappointment dissipated. On the spine of the true bindings was an embellishment of the title without an author's name. Supposedly the work in my hands went by the title of The Secret Book of Wishes: For Those Whom are Worthy.
Despite having ?secret? in it's title, the page of instructions never said that I couldn't tell anyone that the book exists in general. To be sure, I once again skimmed the pages. However this time through I found a third page that had more than a number.
Page 169
Tell no one that this book exists or that you are in possession of this. Failure to abbreviate the following statement may have varied results.
After working through a few situations mentally I pulled my phone out and scrolled through my contact list, not that it took much scrolling. Once found, I selected the call feature on the contact for one of my closest friends.
?Hi,? I started as I stared at page 169 wondering if what I was about to do broke the rules. Technically I wasn't telling her anything important.
?What's up? I'm working on that essay for history. Can this be quick?? In the background I could hear vehement typing and clicking noises. ?Or I could call you back later. But being the grandma you are, you might be asleep.?
?Okay first off, you're older than me.? I drew in a breath and prayed that the following words abide by the rules ?If you could make any wish and you knew it would come true, what would you wish for??
For a moment the line was silent and I almost worried the call had dropped.
?I'd wish to still be friends with Eva? As she continued to talk I stayed silent flipping through old memories like a photo album. ?Even though we still see her around at school, I miss her. I miss when we would stay up all night watching I Love Lucy.?
?Me too. Well I'll let you go and essay the history thing.?
?Bye.?
?Bye.?
On my nightstand behind the glasses yet to be put up, with varied amounts of water left, sat a picture of our trio in a blue frame. The glass was cracked. I know I should've just gotten rid of it all together but I just couldn't, even after throwing it out my window (granted my house is only one story).
Still it was nice to hear that Ella missed her too. She always teased me for holding out hope, saying I was stuck in the past and stuff like that. Ella didn't even notice when Eva deleted the pictures of our camping trips from her instagram. But I did and it stung. She always said I was the one unable to move on and yet she had the same wish.
With my friends' words in mind I split the pages with my thumb landing on the right page with one try.
Page 97
Paper stars. Paper stars.
With your wish inside the bright will heed.
By the light of the moon a hundred you shall complete.
After looking up a few tutorials, I found a video that concluded with a yield similar to that of an illustration on the opposing page. Although it was a drawing of origami, it reminded me of botanical illustrations that might hang in a fifth or sixth grade classroom. With some old scrap booking paper I had set to work. Pale strings of light weaved through the widow and brushed against a strip of forest print. On the blank side I had written my wish.
When an hour had passed, there was significant progress but also a multitude of paper cuts. It seemed that the further and more skilled I got the more frequently and severely the paper slit my finger tips. Nevertheless I couldn't stop and I didn't, not until the last one was made.
In the morning, I followed my usual morning routine, unsure if there was a part of me believing it worked. If there wasn't any part of me however small that thought it could work my fingers wouldn't be so calloused. The true test would be when I arrived at school Under the oak tree was where the three of us used to meet before class. We would throw flowers down a hole and make wishes. Apparently that method wasn't up to the book's snuff.
Outside of the entrance I was surprised to see that no one stood under the tree, not even my best friend who has always stood by me. Instead she stood laughing with Eva as if the last couple years never took place. Elated that this had actually worked, that I would finally be able to move on with my life, I waved when their eyeline landed my way. Eva darting inside was only to be expected but when my true friend followed I knew something was off.
Through my head, I ran endless scenarios of why she might have done that. We never pulled those kinds of jokes. They both knew I never found them funny and in fact ended up hurt the one time they did try it. If I can just figure out what's up with them, we can all continue as if nothing had happened and nothing else mattered because it didn't.
In first period they didn't wave me over to sit down. When I went up and sat next to them neither asked how my weekend was.
?Uh, hi.? I shift my weight around my seat waiting for a response. After not receiving one I continued hoping that I was just speaking too soft for them to hear (which did happen and that wasn't even taking my nervousness into account) ?How were your weekends??
?I don't know why you're talking to us,? Eva stated giving me a dead stare.
?Or why you sat with us.?
I shouldn't have risked it. I asked for her advice with the book and just like the book said there were varied results.
?Sorry, I'll move.? I slung my backpack over my left shoulder and scurried to the corner.
When I look back, they both seem happy I haven't seen either of them that happy in a long while.
So maybe the book did work?
Flipping through, it was shocking to find there wasn't a single blank page. There was even a chapter labeled ?The Leaky Cauldron.?
My name is Calvin, Calvin Walker. I always ask my parents about what would be a better choice to choose. Ever since I was a kid, whenever I had a problem, I ask my parents to make a decision for me. Their decisions are the best, especially for me. Although their decisions are good enough to get me out of trouble or a problem I'm having, they are not going to be with me forever, so I started making my own choices, the best choice for me.
It was a regular day at school; I was hanging out with my best friend Ryan. We were best friends since Kinder Garden. We stood up for each other and fix problems together. I always rely on him. I was having a problem at Kinder Garden with other kids, Ryan saw me getting in trouble and he helped me out.
While I was hanging out with Ryan, the school bully called Richard William came straight up to me. He came and asked me for my lunch money.
?Hey, nerd. Give me your lunch money or I will make you cry.? He yelled angrily.
I was always afraid of him so I surrendered and gave him the money without even fighting. He left with my money and my friend Ryan told me to stand up and make your own choices other than listening to a school bully.
?Come on dude, you can't give him everything he asks. You've got to stand up and make choices of your own. You don't have to listen to him because he will punch you!? Ryan said to me.
?You are right Ryan, time to face my fears and live my dreams.? I replied and went straight to Richard.
?Yeah, take him down tiger.? Ryan shouted.
I walked straight to Richard, I was scared he would punch me but it's time to stand up and make choices. But the only choices in my head are either run while I still can or get punched.
?Hey, Richard. You want to give me back my money or?? I didn't finish my sentence because he punched me. He left laughing at me.
I was ashamed of myself. I decided to tell my parents like I do as usual. It was very harmful when he punches me. My tooth almost fell out.
?That's it; I'm going to make him pay.? I said to Ryan.
?How? Are you going to punch him?? Ryan asked.
?No, not like that my friend. I will take him to the principal's office and make him get suspended from school or make him get detention.? I told Ryan.
?Really, that's why you always get bullied. You always make your teacher or your parents deal with your problems.?
?If you are always being a teacher's pet and stuff like that, bullies will always pick on you. That's the number 1 rule. And everyone else thinks you are a guy who can't stand on his own. ? Ryan said disappointed me.
?I know but ever since I was a kid, I always listen to the teachers and my parents. They give me good decisions. I always choose the easiest decision, like making other people decide for my actions. Or let them choose which is better. ?I said back to Ryan.
?Right now I'm telling you to make your own choices, decide which is better. Stand on your own man. My decision is to make your own choices.? Ryan said disappointed and left.
That was the day when I knew he was giving me a good advice to make me be a better person. Ever since then, I stand up by myself and make choices of my own.
I didn't tell my parents or anyone about that situation. I wanted to make Richard pay and make everyone see that I'm not a teacher's pet or a coward. Especially my parents and Ryan. So, I started to get mature and live on my own without getting advice or have other people taking care of a situation I'm having.
The next day
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Page 1
To whom this may concern,
Do not be alarmed by happening upon this for that was the plan. Do not try to return this to anyone for it has no owner. Most importantly do not tell a soul that this has fallen into your possession.
Some pages will be blank. More likely than not only a single page will have anything written at all.
Whether or not you read this page is your prerogative. Others need the book and if you don't so be sure to follow the instructions that will shortly appear on the last page.
Other than it's contents, the book appeared fairly normal, at a quick glance anyway. The Dust Jacket was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. Meaning to re-read it for comfort, I slipped it off my shelf only to find it was close to being utterly empty. At first, I ran my fingers over each page as if I'd be able to feel the remnants of ink. Of course I couldn't feel anything, nothing hinting towards the plot and mauraders map being scraped off the paper. Intrigued by the few pages that did contain manuscript, my disappointment dissipated. On the spine of the true bindings was an embellishment of the title without an author's name. Supposedly the work in my hands went by the title of The Secret Book of Wishes: For Those Whom are Worthy.
Despite having ?secret? in it's title, the page of instructions never said that I couldn't tell anyone that the book exists in general. To be sure, I once again skimmed the pages. However this time through I found a third page that had more than a number.
Page 169
Tell no one that this book exists or that you are in possession of this. Failure to abbreviate the following statement may have varied results.
After working through a few situations mentally I pulled my phone out and scrolled through my contact list, not that it took much scrolling. Once found, I selected the call feature on the contact for one of my closest friends.
?Hi,? I started as I stared at page 169 wondering if what I was about to do broke the rules. Technically I wasn't telling her anything important.
?What's up? I'm working on that essay for history. Can this be quick?? In the background I could hear vehement typing and clicking noises. ?Or I could call you back later. But being the grandma you are, you might be asleep.?
?Okay first off, you're older than me.? I drew in a breath and prayed that the following words abide by the rules ?If you could make any wish and you knew it would come true, what would you wish for??
For a moment the line was silent and I almost worried the call had dropped.
?I'd wish to still be friends with Eva? As she continued to talk I stayed silent flipping through old memories like a photo album. ?Even though we still see her around at school, I miss her. I miss when we would stay up all night watching I Love Lucy.?
?Me too. Well I'll let you go and essay the history thing.?
?Bye.?
?Bye.?
On my nightstand behind the glasses yet to be put up, with varied amounts of water left, sat a picture of our trio in a blue frame. The glass was cracked. I know I should've just gotten rid of it all together but I just couldn't, even after throwing it out my window (granted my house is only one story).
Still it was nice to hear that Ella missed her too. She always teased me for holding out hope, saying I was stuck in the past and stuff like that. Ella didn't even notice when Eva deleted the pictures of our camping trips from her instagram. But I did and it stung. She always said I was the one unable to move on and yet she had the same wish.
With my friends' words in mind I split the pages with my thumb landing on the right page with one try.
Page 97
Paper stars. Paper stars.
With your wish inside the bright will heed.
By the light of the moon a hundred you shall complete.
After looking up a few tutorials, I found a video that concluded with a yield similar to that of an illustration on the opposing page. Although it was a drawing of origami, it reminded me of botanical illustrations that might hang in a fifth or sixth grade classroom. With some old scrap booking paper I had set to work. Pale strings of light weaved through the widow and brushed against a strip of forest print. On the blank side I had written my wish.
When an hour had passed, there was significant progress but also a multitude of paper cuts. It seemed that the further and more skilled I got the more frequently and severely the paper slit my finger tips. Nevertheless I couldn't stop and I didn't, not until the last one was made.
In the morning, I followed my usual morning routine, unsure if there was a part of me believing it worked. If there wasn't any part of me however small that thought it could work my fingers wouldn't be so calloused. The true test would be when I arrived at school Under the oak tree was where the three of us used to meet before class. We would throw flowers down a hole and make wishes. Apparently that method wasn't up to the book's snuff.
Outside of the entrance I was surprised to see that no one stood under the tree, not even my best friend who has always stood by me. Instead she stood laughing with Eva as if the last couple years never took place. Elated that this had actually worked, that I would finally be able to move on with my life, I waved when their eyeline landed my way. Eva darting inside was only to be expected but when my true friend followed I knew something was off.
Through my head, I ran endless scenarios of why she might have done that. We never pulled those kinds of jokes. They both knew I never found them funny and in fact ended up hurt the one time they did try it. If I can just figure out what's up with them, we can all continue as if nothing had happened and nothing else mattered because it didn't.
In first period they didn't wave me over to sit down. When I went up and sat next to them neither asked how my weekend was.
?Uh, hi.? I shift my weight around my seat waiting for a response. After not receiving one I continued hoping that I was just speaking too soft for them to hear (which did happen and that wasn't even taking my nervousness into account) ?How were your weekends??
?I don't know why you're talking to us,? Eva stated giving me a dead stare.
?Or why you sat with us.?
I shouldn't have risked it. I asked for her advice with the book and just like the book said there were varied results.
?Sorry, I'll move.? I slung my backpack over my left shoulder and scurried to the corner.
When I look back, they both seem happy I haven't seen either of them that happy in a long while.
So maybe the book did work?
Flipping through, it was shocking to find there wasn't a single blank page. There was even a chapter labeled ?The Leaky Cauldron.?
My name is Calvin, Calvin Walker. I always ask my parents about what would be a better choice to choose. Ever since I was a kid, whenever I had a problem, I ask my parents to make a decision for me. Their decisions are the best, especially for me. Although their decisions are good enough to get me out of trouble or a problem I'm having, they are not going to be with me forever, so I started making my own choices, the best choice for me.
It was a regular day at school; I was hanging out with my best friend Ryan. We were best friends since Kinder Garden. We stood up for each other and fix problems together. I always rely on him. I was having a problem at Kinder Garden with other kids, Ryan saw me getting in trouble and he helped me out.
While I was hanging out with Ryan, the school bully called Richard William came straight up to me. He came and asked me for my lunch money.
?Hey, nerd. Give me your lunch money or I will make you cry.? He yelled angrily.
I was always afraid of him so I surrendered and gave him the money without even fighting. He left with my money and my friend Ryan told me to stand up and make your own choices other than listening to a school bully.
?Come on dude, you can't give him everything he asks. You've got to stand up and make choices of your own. You don't have to listen to him because he will punch you!? Ryan said to me.
?You are right Ryan, time to face my fears and live my dreams.? I replied and went straight to Richard.
?Yeah, take him down tiger.? Ryan shouted.
I walked straight to Richard, I was scared he would punch me but it's time to stand up and make choices. But the only choices in my head are either run while I still can or get punched.
?Hey, Richard. You want to give me back my money or?? I didn't finish my sentence because he punched me. He left laughing at me.
I was ashamed of myself. I decided to tell my parents like I do as usual. It was very harmful when he punches me. My tooth almost fell out.
?That's it; I'm going to make him pay.? I said to Ryan.
?How? Are you going to punch him?? Ryan asked.
?No, not like that my friend. I will take him to the principal's office and make him get suspended from school or make him get detention.? I told Ryan.
?Really, that's why you always get bullied. You always make your teacher or your parents deal with your problems.?
?If you are always being a teacher's pet and stuff like that, bullies will always pick on you. That's the number 1 rule. And everyone else thinks you are a guy who can't stand on his own. ? Ryan said disappointed me.
?I know but ever since I was a kid, I always listen to the teachers and my parents. They give me good decisions. I always choose the easiest decision, like making other people decide for my actions. Or let them choose which is better. ?I said back to Ryan.
?Right now I'm telling you to make your own choices, decide which is better. Stand on your own man. My decision is to make your own choices.? Ryan said disappointed and left.
That was the day when I knew he was giving me a good advice to make me be a better person. Ever since then, I stand up by myself and make choices of my own.
I didn't tell my parents or anyone about that situation. I wanted to make Richard pay and make everyone see that I'm not a teacher's pet or a coward. Especially my parents and Ryan. So, I started to get mature and live on my own without getting advice or have other people taking care of a situation I'm having.
The next day
I was at school hanging out with Ryan as usual when Ryan left to get his snacks from his lunch box. I was alone at the corridor and as usual Richard came to get my money.
?Want to get punched or give me your money.? Richard said.
?Well Richard, I will gladly accept your punch.? I said back. It was a dumb idea, what was I thinking. But he was falling into my plan to make him pay.
?Well, good choice Walker.? Richard said and punched me in the face. It was very harmful but the principal was behind him, perfect timing.
?You two, come to my office.? The principal said.
?For you Mr. William, I will call your parents and you are in big trouble. And for you Mr. Walker, do I need to tell your parents about this?? The principal said.
?I think I can handle it by myself.? I said to the principal.
I made my own decision to not to tell my parents. Now time to prove everyone I'm not the old Calvin anymore. But how do I do that, the day at school was over. I walked out of the classroom with Ryan and I saw Richard getting into a conversation with his parents.
I can't hear them from here but I know he got into trouble. I know I wanted to make him pay but it's just wrong somehow. So I walked straight to Richard's parents.
?Mr. and Ms. William, you don't need to punish Richard for that. It's fine; at school we joke around and have fun He was just pretending to punch me as a joke but the principal thought it was a real punch.? I said. I got Richard out of trouble, I normally watch him get punished but I'm not the old Calvin anymore.
The next day
?Uhhhh? Calvin thanks for getting me out of trouble even though I punched you.? Richard apologized to me.
?It's fine Richard, we cool?? I said.
?We cool.? Richard replied. ?Oh and I wanted to repay you, you want everyone to think you are the new Calvin now, right.? Richard asked.
?Yeah.? I said. ?Great, follow my plan? Richard replied.
We went to the cafeteria and every one was hanging out there. And now it's time for Richard's plan.
?Oh no, don't hurt me Richard.? I said a bit loudly and got everyone's attention.
?Give me your money nerd.? Richard said. ?No I won't.? I said then I punched him softly but he pretended to get hurt badly. ?I will make you pay walker.? Richard said and left.
?Way to go Calvin.? ?Nice punch.? ?Teach him how to be good.? ?Beat him up.? ?You rock.? Everyone was cheering; no one has ever punched or took Richard down. Now everyone knows I'm the new Calvin, I made friends with Richard and best of all, I don't need other people to choose a decision for me.
From then, I think which decision will be the best for me. Thinking what will happen in the future if I choose that decision. Like this one, I helped Richard out of trouble and became friends and never get punched again.
I was at school hanging out with Ryan as usual when Ryan left to get his snacks from his lunch box. I was alone at the corridor and as usual Richard came to get my money.
?Want to get punched or give me your money.? Richard said.
?Well Richard, I will gladly accept your punch.? I said back. It was a dumb idea, what was I thinking. But he was falling into my plan to make him pay.
?Well, good choice Walker.? Richard said and punched me in the face. It was very harmful but the principal was behind him, perfect timing.
?You two, come to my office.? The principal said.
?For you Mr. William, I will call your parents and you are in big trouble. And for you Mr. Walker, do I need to tell your parents about this?? The principal said.
?I think I can handle it by myself.? I said to the principal.
I made my own decision to not to tell my parents. Now time to prove everyone I'm not the old Calvin anymore. But how do I do that, the day at school was over. I walked out of the classroom with Ryan and I saw Richard getting into a conversation with his parents.
I can't hear them from here but I know he got into trouble. I know I wanted to make him pay but it's just wrong somehow. So I walked straight to Richard's parents.
?Mr. and Ms. William, you don't need to punish Richard for that. It's fine; at school we joke around and have fun He was just pretending to punch me as a joke but the principal thought it was a real punch.? I said. I got Richard out of trouble, I normally watch him get punished but I'm not the old Calvin anymore.
The next day
?Uhhhh? Calvin thanks for getting me out of trouble even though I punched you.? Richard apologized to me.
?It's fine Richard, we cool?? I said.
?We cool.? Richard replied. ?Oh and I wanted to repay you, you want everyone to think you are the new Calvin now, right.? Richard asked.
?Yeah.? I said. ?Great, follow my plan? Richard replied.
We went to the cafeteria and every one was hanging out there. And now it's time for Richard's plan.
?Oh no, don't hurt me Richard.? I said a bit loudly and got everyone's attention.
?Give me your money nerd.? Richard said. ?No I won't.? I said then I punched him softly but he pretended to get hurt badly. ?I will make you pay walker.? Richard said and left.
?Way to go Calvin.? ?Nice punch.? ?Teach him how to be good.? ?Beat him up.? ?You rock.? Everyone was cheering; no one has ever punched or took Richard down. Now everyone knows I'm the new Calvin, I made friends with Richard and best of all, I don't need other people to choose a decision for me.
From then, I think which decision will be the best for me. Thinking what will happen in the future if I choose that decision. Like this one, I helped Richard out of trouble and became friends and never get punched again.
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