If only...

I let my blonde hair flow over my face, covering my ugly ears. It was easier to hide the bad things about you then let them be free. Especially if you were me. I was teased, bullied, mocked. They would do it for absolutely anything that they could find. Sometimes it's was just because they were jealous. I skipped two grades because of my higher intelligence and I'm still smarter than everyone else. I've tried to change schools but my parents really don't care. The problem is, even if I change schools I will always have to come back to the same house, with the same parent, and the same silent life. I sighed. Today was my 7th birthday and no body cared. Not even my parent. I used to have grandma but she died a year ago. If she saw me now she would be disappointed. I turned around and grabbed my back-pack and headed to the bus.

Our bus driver smelled like dirt and looked like it too. He didn't say much and didn't care what we did. He said it was the patrol's job to take care of it. Not that they did. Two of them were always on their phone and the other one was always talking to her friends. There was only one patrol who knew what to do and she was up front with the kinder gardeners. I sat down on an empty seat and started to read my book. It was slightly inappropriate not because of bad words but because of actions but it was good. It's called the Travelers by K.L Kranes. It's not very popular or well known but it's good. Before I could finish the page Grant came on the bus and snatched the book from my hands. "Hmm," he smiled. "What's nerdy readin'?"

"Give it back Grant."

He grinned. "One second. So what's this bout' nerdy?" Grant opened the book. "Oh witches! Poor nerdy want's to become a witch."

"Actually," I blurted "They really should be sorcerers because they don't use wands. That's they difference between them Witch's and Warlock's use wands, Sorcerers' and Sorceress' don't."

I covered my mouth. I shouldn't have said that. "Oh of course nerdy." Grant threw my book on the floor. "I forgot that you're smarter than all of us."

Grant turned around in his seat as I picked up the book. I dusted it off and then continued reading.

We arrived at school and as I got off the bus I saw my daily trip coming.I jumped over Grant's leg but this time he kicked up and hit me in the thigh. I went flying in the air and my body hit the hard cement. Sophie and her ganged laughed as I struggled to get up. Since Grant was in a different grade it was their job to punish me during school. They all walked off and I was left on the ground. I finally manged to get up. On the back of my thigh a giant bruise was starting two form. I poked it and winced in pain. I pulled down my skirt. There was a scrape on my knee but it wasn't bleeding but there was a gash on my cheek that was. Not that bad for landing on cement. I dusted my self off and ran off to my classroom.

The teacher gave me a big band aid for my cheek and I had to sit half on, half off the chair because of my thigh. I couldn't wait till this day was over.

I looked at the tiny candle and thought of my wish. I thought about all the if only's in my life and waited for one to spark and one did. If only I was special. It was perfect and it was something I truly wanted. I made the wish a blew out the candle and went to bed.

I woke up heavily breathing covered in sweat. I looked over at the clock and let a deep breath out. It was just a dream. I was about to go back to sleep when I heard someone knocking on my door. I looked out the window. It was diffidently a man but I couldn't see him past his hat. He tried knocking again but no one answered again. He looked at the door handle and it started twisting around. Then with a silent clock the door opened. He walked inside and closed the door behind him. I heard him walking around and realized he was walking up the stairs. He paused for a minute but started walking to my door. I covered my self with my blanket as the door nob slowly started to open. This is not what I meant by being special.

Notes

Cliffhanger... MUHAHAHAHAHA!