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.
With the fire and fury of a high school freshman, Tina stomped her way down the hall and slammed the door of her bedroom. The picture frame beside her door swung on its nail, dangerously close to crashing to the ground.
Tina groaned in frustration as she paced around her bed, in her small room. Why wouldn't her mother just understand? Times have changed since she was in high school. There were no more soda shoppes and do-wops! Why did her mother have to be so frustratingly uncooperative?!
Picking up her rag doll, she screamed into its body and its braided yarn limbs dangled, helpless. The doll smelled like baby powder and it reminded her of her aunt. Her aunt would never have been so clueless. Tina dropped the rag doll and as she fell onto the creamy purple bedspread, the rag doll toppled to the floor. Bending down, she blindly searched the floor until her hands came across a hard rectangular object. Pulling it onto the bed with her, she found the Wish Journal she hadn't used all summer and most of the fall. Without hesitation, she opened to the next page and pulled out the pencil she had tucked into her ponytail.
Wish #3: A Shopping Spree
I wish I had a shopping spree where I could buy anything I wanted. I wish I could buy brand new clothes and shoes that nobody has worn but me. I wish I could buy those cool purple fake hair extensions you clip into your hair and a fake ear cuff that looks like a garden fairy hugging my ear.
I wish I could buy an iPod and buy all the cotton candy in the world for Carly. I wish I could show up to school in the coolest outfits and always look so put together. I wish I had pierced ears and necklaces and a cool gemstone ring that looked mystical and magical on my right hand.
I wish that I could have just one new item. Just one. I wish I could walk into a department store and walk out with one new pair of shoes or a shirt, or stiff jeans that no one broke in yet.
I wish Mom would let me buy those knee-high boots.
I wish I could pay for them.
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