The Wish

I sighed to myself as I walked home from another horrible day at work. My boss once again yelled at me for absolutely nothing. I'm telling you, my boss yells at me for no reason. She always seems to find an excuse to yell at me. Making me feel like an incompetent worker. I swear I only work there just so she can yell at me. You'll think my day is going to be better once I get home. No, it won't. I live with my delusional, crazy boss named Agatha who yells at me all the time at home, too. So, not only do I have to deal with yelling at work, I have to deal with it at home. I call Agatha, grandmother but she isn't my biological grandmother. She found me living on the streets and raised me like her own granddaughter. She was the kindest person I had ever met until she became delusional.

My life was living hell living at the orphanage after my parents were murdered. On the night of my fifth birthday, a powerful enemy of my father killed both of my parents while I hid in a secret room so he didn't see me. Not only did he kill my parents, but he also burned my home down. I managed to get out of the house before I burned down with it. Once I escaped from my burning home I couldn't stop running for fear that he might be coming to kill me too. I kept running and running until I tripped over a rock and fell. I guess I hit my head on something because I lost conciseness after that. When I woke up. I found myself lying in a hospital bed. A park ranger found me and took me to the hospital. He also called the police because I was alone without a guardian when he found me. I told the police what had happened. They assured me they would investigate and make sure that I would be okay. I was scared and tired. I didn't stop crying for my parents unless I was sleeping from exhaustion.

After I got released from the hospital, I was sent to live in an orphanage run by a man named Jiemma Orland. But it was more of a slave camp than an orphanage. I was forced to work like the other orphans and was tortured, abused, and starved like them, too. Once they found out that I had powers they worked me even harder than the rest of the kids and I was tortured more because of it. Since I was too young to control my magic. Whenever I was scared or upset, my magic went chaotic and caused me a lot of trouble. I did not get along with anyone because I had powers they did not understand. All the kids called me a monster and stayed far away from me. I tried very hard to get them to like me and no matter what I did, they were still afraid of me.

On my eleventh birthday, after all those years of torture and neglect. I had enough. My magic started to control me and I blacked out. I saw all the destruction I caused when I snapped out of it. I couldn't believe what I had done. So I ran away in fear that I might have hurt someone. I couldn't face my fear of what I might have done and knowing what they said about me was true. Days later, I overheard that the orphans were all safe and Jiemma was arrested. So glad I did not hurt anyone. I am also relieved to know Jiemma can't harm them anymore. But I still regret not being in control of my powers. I could have seriously hurt someone or worse. I spent the next couple of years living on my own doing what I needed to do to survive.

Until I met Agatha who raised me as her granddaughter. Agatha owned a seafood restaurant off the seashores where I worked. On the weekends, Agatha and I would wake up extra early to go to the docks where the fisherman would unload all the seafood they caught that week. Agatha always haggled down the price of the seafood she needed to buy for the restaurant each week. She was strong-headed and always got the price she wanted to spend that week. No one could argue as well as she does. When she gets something in her head the way she feels it should be she does not back down.

When I got home, it was surprisingly quiet. I looked around and saw a note on the refrigerator, saying that she would be gone for a few hours. 'Great, it'll be quiet! I'll have a few hours without her yelling at me!' I thought to myself. However, I won't be alone. I also live with my buddies. "Happy, Frosch, I'm home!" Happy is a blue cat that loves to eat a lot of fish. Especially the way Agatha prepares and cooks in her restaurant. I met Happy during the time I lived on the streets. We had a lot in common. We both lost our parents and were judged because we were different. Happy is the first best friend I ever made. There were times when I wanted to strangle him, but I'm glad I met him.

I met Frosch when she was still an egg after we had been living with Agatha for a couple of years. Happy and I were training outside in the field across from the restaurant and suddenly an egg dropped out of the sky and in front of us. For the first couple of months, Happy and I took really good care of the egg. We kept it warm, kept a really good eye on it, we even brought it almost everywhere we went. We were so happy when the egg hatched and we finally got to meet her. Frosch is a small, long-tailed, green anthropomorphic cat that can stand on its hind leg. Frosch has large, round eyes, each complete with prominent eyelashes, and rosy cheeks. Both Happy and Frosch are cat-like beings called "exceed" companions. I like to say "the exceeds" when I am referring to Happy and Frosch.

Frosch went up to me and hugged me. "Fro misses Elizabeth." "I missed you too, Frosch." "Elizabeth! Did you bring me some fish?" "Yep, bought them right after work." "Yeah!" said Happy. Then I put the fish in the freezer and sat down on the couch, exhausted. I then felt something tugging on my pants. I looked down and saw that it was Frosch, looking at me with sad eyes. "Is Elizabeth okay?" "I'm fine, Frosch. I'm just tired." Frosch nodded sadly and walked away. "So, did Agatha say where she went?" "Yeah, she said she was going to bingo night and she won't be back till late," said Happy. "Yes! Peace 'till tomorrow!" We have the whole night to ourselves, which gives me an idea. "Hey, guys. How about we have a movie night? We haven't had one of those in a while." "Aye! That's a great idea," said Happy. "Fro, think so too." "Okay, Happy, you'll make the popcorn. Frosch, you get the blankets and the pillows. I will get a movie." The exceeds nodded and went to do their tasks. I went to the DVD shelf and looked for a movie.

One movie caught my eye. Kung Fu Panda. When I was a child Agatha found out that I never saw a movie or even a TV show, for that matter. She went out and bought me a lot of movies and this is one of them. I remember it being a great movie. I love the characters, especially Master Shifu. He was a character I could relate to because of his leadership qualities and hard workmanship. It's been a long time since Happy and I watched this movie, and I know Frosch never saw it before. I made my decision, I picked the movie up and went to set it up on the DVD player so it will be ready once Frosch and Happy were finished with their tasks. We are excited to watch Kung Fu Panda together. It is going to be a fun night.

"That was a great movie!" said Happy. "Fro likes Kung Fu Panda." Frosch yawned and said, "Fro is tired." After the movie ended, I tucked Happy and Frosch into their beds for the night and wished them a good night's sleep. Then I went outside onto the porch and looked up at the stars in the night sky shining so bright. A thing that I have been doing before I fell asleep ever since my parents died. As I gazed at the stars, I thought about how my life has been so far. I also would reminisce over the memories of my parents before they died. I remember when I was little at that time that I used to wish to see what the outside world was like since we had to be in hiding. That wish came too soon. If I knew I'll be treated like this, I wouldn't have made that wish at all. I did not realize how happy I was. How I loved being myself and was not afraid to show it. Now I hate that I have to hide a big part of myself so I can fit in. It is hard for me to trust people after how I was treated at the orphanage. I wish there was somewhere where I could be myself and people would accept me. But that's not going to happen anytime soon. I sighed and went back into the house to get some sleep and missed the shooting star in the sky.