I gaze up into the stars. Billions of them. So many. My eyes soare through the sky. Other stars bigger than others. They are beautiful, just how I want to be. A boy is staring at me. But I ignore it by turning my head to the other side of the sky.
Then I see a blur.
A white blur.
It was a shooting star.
Quick, I think. I think of a wish. He was still staring.
"I wish I was beautiful." I whisper to the star as it flies through the sky.
I guess I said my wish too loud because the boy heard me. "You just wasted a wish." he says with a charming look on his face. He has that look that just makes me smile.
"Why?" I ask as I wonder. I think it was a great wish. Everyday I look into the mirror and wish as if a shooting star was above me. I just want to be pretty. That's all.
Is it really a lot to ask for?
He smiles at me and says "Because you already are beautiful."
Those were the last words I heard of him right before he left. Just the thought of what he said brings delight into myself as I smile.
Just that one person brightened up the rest of my day.
People CAN make a difference.
Just one person at a time.
