My grandma showed me the wishing tree when I was six. I was old enough not the waste a wish. At that time I wished for something stupid like a new toy. Now I had something bigger to wish for. I was now 14, starting high school. I was going to wish for a friend. I hadn’t had a friend in years, and I really wanted one. I hadn’t heard people talk about have parties and hanging out with their friends. I was so jealous of them. I wanted my own friend to have parties with.

I went to the tree and got down on my knees. I bowed my head and started to make my wish. “I wish for a friend. One that’s funny, and who wants to spend time with me.” I stayed there and watched the leaves sway. I wanted this wish to come true so bad. I was looking at the trunk of the tree when someone came up behind me…