I'm a big wisher. I'll wish on anything. Shooting stars, stray eyelashes, dandelion tops,cousin fountains. Birthday candles(message own and other people's). Even when my glasses fog up. when I was younger,the wishes used to vary. A pony. A best friend. A new bike with streamers on the handles. A brother or sister. Some of these even came true (not the pony). But over the last year,every wish has been spent wishing I was twelve already,a date I've waited for my whole life and one that is only six weeks away. Looking back,if I had,I wouldn't be stuck in this drain pipe right now.
Yes,drainpipe.
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Twelve Finally
Short StoryRory Swenson has been waiting her whole life to turn twelve. And she's got a list to prove it. Whatever will react with her parents for something, they always say, "when you're 12, when you're twelve, when you're 12,"... Well, in exactly how 18 hou...
