Stronger, Smarter, Wealthier

Woke up in a bathroom stall again.

Every day is the same. My so-called “friends” were the top-ranking students in schools, and I was always below them. They will take me to the bathroom after lunch and use me as a punching bag for their “entertainment” and relief their stress from studying. During the rain, it gets worse because they are not able to go outside.

My “friends” act this way because they find out that I was poor.

Repeating this simply sucks.

The walk back home felt like any other day. But something caught my eye—a worn-out small black notebook on a bench. I looked around, but I did not see anyone. I looked inside, and it said, “what do you wish for?” I laughed and left the notebook and left.

While walking, I was wondering what that book was about. I should have read more and see what people wrote and what that book is about. So my curiosity got the best of me, and I went back to the bench to find the notebook.

The notebook was gone.

I searched under the bench, the trash can, and all the areas nearby. I could not find the little black notebook anywhere.

My mind was going all over the place, thinking about what I wish for.

To be stronger.

To be smarter.

To be wealthier.

Those are what I would wish for.

While fantasizing about all the things I would wish for, I got home only to realize that my wishes will never come true. My home had graffiti all over the walls: “move away from our neighborhood,” and “the poor should vanish.”

Looking at the wall taught me dreams are merely dreams.

I washed up and got ready to do my homework for the day.

When I opened my backpack, I noticed that the little black notebook was inside. While looking at the notebook, I looked at it carefully and noticed it was the same notebook. I looked inside, and the same words were written, “what do you wish for?”. I turned the page to find out what people wrote, and there was nothing written in the notebook, and I looked at the last page and saw nothing: no publisher, No author, or anything.

I stared at the little black notebook for a while, thinking how it got into my backpack and what the nature of the little black notebook is about.

I am not the smartest kid on the block, so overthinking it would not get me anywhere.

So I decided to just write what I wish for in the little black notebook.

I wrote “I want to be stronger,” “I want to be smarter,” and “I want to be wealthier.”

As soon as I wrote those words in the notebook, I fell asleep.

The next day, after waking up, I looked for the little black notebook, but it disappeared again.

Walking to school, I started to fantasize again about being stronger, smarter, and wealthier. I did not want to be bullied by my so-called “friends,” and I wanted to fight back, so they never bother me again. While daydreaming of all the impossible, I noticed my “friends” across the street, and they noticed me as well. As soon as they saw me, they called out for me, and I pretended to not hear them, so they started to run across the street. While closing my eyes, I hoped that they would get hit by a truck or something to not bother me. A loud screeching sound and a big crashing sound was heard. When I opened my eyes, my “friends” got hit by the truck, and all died.

Without thinking, I ran.

I did not know why I ran, but I somewhat felt guilty for what happened because that is what I “wished” for.

The police found me and asked for a statement because I was at the scene. Due to shock from the accident, I was given a hefty sum for psychological damages. I was placed top of my class, and no one bothered me.

Some students said I was a curse, which is why those students died, so no one bothered me afterward.

In the end, I got wealthier, smarter, and stronger.