NOTE: This series chronicles the wishes Tina writes in the Wish Journal she received from her aunt when she turned 13. To better understand Tina's character, be sure to read her other wishes in chronological order.
Tina ran straight into her bedroom and ignored the questions her mother called after her when she rushed in after school. Tears stung her eyes as she plopped down on her bed, her book bag full of homework still slung onto her back. It didn't matter. None of it mattered.
Sobbing, Tina buried her head into her pillow, letting it soak up the salt-stinging memories that poured from her eyes. She even ignored the knocking and concerned pleas from her little sister, whose soft voice was heard just outside the door. And she never ignored Carly. The guilt added to the weight of her day as she picked up her head and moaned with the pain in her chest.
Resting her head on the mattress, she tried to turning her gasping into slow breaths. Every once in a while she'd squeeze her eyes really tight to wring out the tears that didn't want to stop. That's when she saw the Wish Journal sitting just below her desk, under a dirty black and yellow striped sock. She had a wish at that moment; a strong wish. The kind of wish that makes you press the pen harder to the paper so that every page would know what you were writing.
Wish #2: To make Serena disappear
I wish Serena Matthews would disappear. I wish I'd show up to school tomorrow and she'd be gone, that her family moved in the middle of the night, or decided to send her to another school. I just wish she'd disappear from my school.
If she does come to school, I wish she would get picked on. I wish people threw the volleyball at her head in gym class. I wish someone else would look at her and laugh and then whisper in their friend's ear. I wish Corden would publicly break up with her so that she runs out of school embarrassed and trips on her way out!
Maybe that's too mean. At least, I wish Serena would walk past me and not notice me, not say anything to me or about me. For just one day! Just one day where I'm not constantly on alert. One day where I don't feel like I'm being hunted down in the halls. One day where I could experience I normal day.
I wish Serena Matthews was a nicer person.
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