I remember, once, I made a wish at a fountain. Most people wish for something that benefits them in some way, but not me. Rubbing tha penny in my hand, I thought about what to wish for. Something I honestly hoped would happen. While I could have wished for anything, the only thing in my mind was my best friend. I tought about the way he would alwasys talk to me about his problems at home. I decided to wish for his struggles to solve, ease, or at least get a bit more bearable.
When he went missing about 3 days later, I realized that fountain wishes don't come true. At first it wasn't much the disappointment, but I was shocked. I spoke to his brother,who told me that he'd gotten in a fight with him and his sister, and in a moment of frustration just dashed out his house and went God knows where. When the information sank in though, it was all kind of emotions going trough my mind. Worry, madness, stress, alarm, sadness, gosh I tought I'd go crazy. Is he okay? Is he ever coming back? Deep down i knew he would, but how can you make your brain understand when it can see is the worst?
