11:11; make a wish
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A l a r i c e ' s p . o . v
What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
I woke up to my alarm clock yelling at me loudly. "Ugh. Sunday. Church." I say to myself, as I hit the clock.
I stumbled out of bed and run straight to my closet. "What to wear. What to wear." I say, tapping my feet in confusion. I look into my closet, and grab the first thing I see; a white ruffled dress. I get myself into the dress and walk downstairs. As I glance at the clock, I see the 4 numbers that are being displayed. 11:11. "Gosh. I just wish the church would set on fire.." I pop a piece of bread into the toaster and walk slowly away. Just then, my mom runs frantically into the kitchen and stares. "Alarice, I just got a call from the church. Somebody in the kitchen started a fire."
I look deeply into my mothers eyes with confusion, and without hesitation, I run upstairs to my room.