Friday, November 23, 2007
Once Upon a Time, There lived a girl from a poor family. She had a father who works for the police force,a mother who is quiet and hardworking and a brother who is just hanging around waiting for his butt to get kicked by that girl.
This girl had a dream, an impossible dream. She wanted to be a star.Her parents told her to grow up and face the harsh reality of life. But that girl had a hidden talent inside her, a talent which will awe everyone.
Nevertheless, the little girl tried very hard. School was a torture.Being brought up English-spoken, she had trouble reading and understanding her second tongue. Despite the constant jeering from her school mates and some bitchy teachers, this girl remains unfazed and strifes to do better.
One day, the wind carried a golden leaf and swept it under her feet. Curious, this little girl picked it up and inspected it. On the ancient leaf, there were two words.
" Three Wishes"
This little girl then closed her eyes and wished that her family will get a million dollars, a day that her parents would always remember and happiness.
No sooner she had wished it, a nearby robber rushed out of the alley and pushed her out of his way. Suddenly gun shots could be heard.One, two, three consecutive "Bangs!".
The little girl gasped and stood very still. Something was wrong. She removed her hands from her abdomen and collapsed to the ground. Underneath her, a pool of blood began to spread.Her father rushed up to her and cradled her in his arms. Beside her, the robber clutched his leg in agony. But the girl didn't feel anything. Everything was a blur. Numb, the numbness was spreading.
"I'm sorry" was all she heard before her eyes glazed over and the girl died.
Two days later,October 23rd, her family was rewarded a million dollars for capturing the highly-sought for notorious robber. October 21st was the day her parents treasured, the day their daughter died.
Her mother looked at her father and sighed:" It's been two days...since our little girl died."
Her father nodded and removed her photograph from the frame.
Her mother grinned evilly and struck a match:" Who cares about her when we have the money."
Her father held her photograph over the flame and watched it burn.
" Next week, it's our son's turn...he will go down just like his sister.Bang!"
He mimicked the gun with his fingers and raised the tip of his "gun" and blew off imaginary smoke.
4:52 PM
