I ran to my bedroom and immediately flipped the notebook open. So you can actually grant wishes, huh? You must be a gift from the Gods. I love you whoever sent me this blessing! I grabbed a pen from my drawer and wrote the things I really want right now.

          ‘To become popular.’

          ‘For everyone to love me.’

          The two things I’ve always dreamed of.  The two things I’ve been wanting to feel ever since I was born. I just want to know what it’s like to be appreciated by everyone, to be noticed. Just imagine the amazing things that’ll happen to me after this. I can finally talk to the popular kids, maybe eat at their table too. Someone I don’t know is going to tell me my hair looks nice or tell me I look pretty today. Just imagine the amount of people that will notice me now. I’ll finally be able to know what it’s like to be on the other end of the table, to be the one people envy, to be the one people want to talk to, or to be the one people want to become even if it’s just for a day. Maybe I can ride in their expensive cars too. Go to their houses and have sleepovers, greet their parents and have a chat with them about the economy. Will they let me borrow their clothes or lend me their makeup too just like how I’ve always imagined it? Would it be like how I’d always dreamed it would be? Or would there be a twist at the end of all this? Did I just accidentally sell my soul by writing on this? Am I going to go to hell? I’ll think ab