Secret Wishes or Wishcraft

When I was in high school I held onto a very powerful secret. The only other person who knew about it was my best friend, A.L. In actuality she was the one who found it first and made me realize it.

I had a superpower.

I figured it came from mutant genes, stemming from a long line of witches (on my mother's side)... although now as I write this I think perhaps there may be some on dad's side as well, that made it so strong in me. I had had some inklings of it from childhood but it never culminated into much except a chance to spook myself and others once in a while.

When I finally realized it, I thought "aha! Here it is making it's appearance finally. I've been wondering if it would develop into anything." Then I thought, "of course it would come out now during this time in my life when superpowers would seem 'normal' and accepted." (High school was a rough time in some aspects).

How it ever came about...
I was talking to my best friend and I happened to say to her, "I get whatever it is I wish for." She said, "seems like it." We were talking about grades and apparently I can do very well on exams without ever having to open a book, listen to the teacher (except for evil Liddell, my arch-nemisis, but I'm getting too ahead of myself) or do the work. She said, "how do you do it?" and my reply, "I wish for it".
"Whaddya mean 'wish for it'?"
"I just go 'hmm, I wish I get a 96 on the exam' and I get a 96 on the exam."
"Can you do it with other things?"
"Sure I can."

This is where we went through testing my powers.
She said, "how about wishing that S.N. gets hurt in gym today,"
"Uhh, I dunno. I'd feel really bad if she got seriously injured" (alright I didn't say that. What I actually said "I wish S.N. gets hurt in gym today!")

So A.L. and I watched in gym as S.N. got zonked on the head, then face, by a volleyball coming her way. She was totally humiliated. I think she might've chipped a nail too.

Then there was
"Wish that we had some powerful secret over the dean."
"Done!"

One day I had a convenient nosebleed that just wouldn't stop so the teacher asked A.L. to accompany me to the nurse's rest room (budget cuts couldn't provide us with a nurse, so all we had was a cot in some quiet room, that also had some bandages, alcohol and cotton balls). So I was sitting in there with A.L. having a chat when the door opens to the sight of a giggling dean and the driving instructor stopping by for a romantic interlude! They caught a quick look at us and bolted out of the door. (She was married to another man).

Funny enough, we never held it over her head and the next year she left, disgraced most likely.

Then came, "here's a wish for ya. Wish that S.L. gets a guy admirer."
Well that was a hard one, and since it was hard A.L. said, "I'll give you the weekend to do it."
It wasn't hard because S.L. was unbecoming (she really wasn't). It was hard because S.L. was reported to be a lesbian. S.L. also happened to be a good friend of ours.
"Done!"

The following Monday, at lunch, S.L. says to us, "I went to this concert and met this guy there. We might see one another." To which I was violently kicked beneath the table by A.L.

Then there was, "Wish S.N. would leave and never come back!"
"Done!"
And one morning while we sat and talked to one another, S.N. came in and said to us, "I have some bad news!"
"What happened?" we asked
"My parents have bought a house in Rockland County and they're transferring me to the public school there."
To which I was kicked beneath the table again and my previous bruise which was just beginning to heal nicely was once again inflamed.

Now here is where it winds down.
A.L. and I had only been best friends for 3 1/2 years but it was one of those friendships. Well then she got an undercover boyfriend. No, he wasn't a cop. He was kept undercover because she was not allowed to have boyfriends (hence the all-girl school her parent's placed her in). But they would boldly sashay their love and spit out on the street, in the halls of our school (snuck him in after classes were over) on the bus, in the park. You know. I at first was the one she would talk to during these times and once in a while they'd make out, but then came the time when I felt I was just the tagger-on (I hate not being the center of attention). So I did a little wishing of my own. Oops.

His mother called her and said, "I wont have you or any girl ruining my son's chances in school (that's why he was placed in an all-boys school) and I don't want you to see him again." She also forbade him to do so. But they tried it half-heartedly, sneaking around and such, but one day she called him and said, "I can't do this anymore. It's your mother or me." Well he chose one and A.L. was left without a boyfriend.

I then told her what I did and funny enough she didn't blame me. "I was getting sick and tired of him and his whiny mother anyway. He was such a pu$y."

But I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The gods saw that I was only using my powers to become an evil villain and deemed that I may not have them at all. Although we continued to do our wishing, only the ones that were unselfish and unhurtful came true. Needless to say, none of our wishes came true.

Oh did I mention that it does matter the size of the wish? Unlike the force, my wishing would take a toll on my strength and energy depending on how hard it was for the wish to happen. No wait, that's not quite right. It was more like karma.

I still get a few wishes but I think I only have a limited amount now. Say, 6 a year.
Okay gotta run.

I wish you a good day!
Me.

P.S. when I want revenge on someone, I don't wish it on them. I go here.