You chose Sarah- she's sensible enough. You dial her number and wait for her to pick up. After ten rings you are about to hang up figuring she's probably not home, when she answers.
"Hi, Sarah? It's me."
"I know, your number came up on the display."
"Oh. Of course. Yeah. Anyway, would you like to come over? There's something I've got to show you."
"Uh sure. I've got nothing better to do. I'll be right there." You say your goodbyes and hang up, then sit with the packet in your lap, nervously waiting for her to come. Come on, Sarah, you think desperately, come ON. It usually only takes her about five minutes to get to you but today it seems to take forever!
At last, after about half an hour, the doorbell rings. You rush to answer it and find Sarah stood there.
"Sorry I'm late, my bike got a puncture," she says, looking a little red and out of breath.
"That's OK," you say and step aside to let her in. She steps into the house and places her helmet onto the table.
"So what's that thing you wanted to show me?" She asks, patting down her hair. You show her the packet. She steps backwards, amazed.
"What is this?" She asks, nervously, "Where did you get it?"
"At the mall," you state, simply. "Why?"
"Did the person who gave it to you say it would grant your wish?"
"Well... yes..." You say, amazed, "What... Why... How did you know?" Sarah looks up and stares you in the eye...
"It... it... it happened to me."
You stare at her. What could possibly be wrong if something as amazing as having you deepest wish be granted?
"So? Surely that's a good thing?" You ask, staring at her.
"No... definitely not."
"How could having you deepest desire come true not be an amazingly good thing?"
"It just... isn't," she says. Then you remember something.
"And anyway, how COULD something like that have happened? That store in the mall was new," Sarah looks away, seemingly embarrassed. "You're just making stuff up because you're jealous aren't you?" You spit, annoyed, "You don't want me to be happy or to fit in do you? You hate it."
Sarah spins around, tears in her eyes. She is obviously upset.
"Fine then, if you're not going to listen. Take the stuff. See if I care. Just don't come crying to me when it all goes wrong."
You stare at her, then stare at the packet. Everything could be great- you could be just like your family and see what they feel like. Or you could take Sarah's advice.
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