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Is it too late to wish to be an only child? Probably and no doubt mom would make me waste a wish undoing that one. I don’t really get the point of this. Wishes can’t come true, the world doesn’t work like that so why not simply list three goals you can accomplish on your own without having to rely on the concept of ‘wishes’. Of course, this is just a hypothetical situation so I’m probably coming off as my usual difficult, non-conformist self by not writing down my three wishes.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even if I were to make three wishes, they wouldn’t be anything ground-shaking. I might wish for Quinn to start using her brain instead of acting like a stuck up, self-absorbed brain dead doorstop. And I might wish that college will be more interesting than high school ever was. I also think the world would be a better place if people followed some sort code of morals rather than simply striving to be the most popular/pretty/richest of them all.

On second thought, the idea of Quinn using her brain is rather ground-shaking. I’d known I’d be shook up.

I keep having this weird dream were I’m in the middle of the forest wearing all white. Snow is falling all around me and it looks incredibly cold. I know I should be cold since what I’m wearing looks like old-fashioned undergarments but I’m not. Everything is so bright and sharp, especially the knife that I find on the ground. Immediately I’m compelled to pick it up and when I turn around I see Ginger off in the distance, chained down. Well, sometimes it’s Ginger and sometimes it’s a huge wolf.

Either way I run down to free her as I know he’s coming to kill her but then I stab Ginger and… and that’s usually when I wake up. I’ve been having this nightmare ever since Ginger died two years ago.

I guess it’s not strange for me to be having nightmares about my sister’s death considering...considering my role in it but why does it take place in a snow-covered forest? Ginger died on Halloween and inside a house. Also, Ginger didn’t look the same in the dream as she did before she died. She looks older and I look older and...god, I talk about this anymore.

It’s just too weird.

Prompt: Dream
Muse: Brigitte Fitzgerald
Word count: 202

I currently work at a local Chinese restaurant for some extra cash since money is kind of tight around our house. Being a superhero doesn’t really pay the bills, you know? That’s what my mom does when she’s not working her day job. My dad can’t exactly help out since he’s in prison so I have to. It’s not so bad though. Some nights are bad, like when I have to serve my fellow classmates but I also get all the Chinese food I want.

The only problem I have with work right now is trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life after high school. I have no idea what kind of career I want to follow. Do I take Mom’s route and become a superhero who has to struggle to make ends meet because she’s so busy trying to save the world? Or do I follow in my father’s footsteps and run the risk of spending the rest of my life in prison? And then there’s always the option of saying to hell with the whole super-powered lifestyle and just try to live like a normal person.

Decisions, decisions….

( MEME )

Work? When would I have time for that? Between running from the cops and researching lycanthropy, I don’t have time for a real job. I survive by stealing what I can but I don’t consider that my job either. The only thing I have that’s close to employment is my research work but that’s more of a matter of life or death. You see, about two years ago I was infected…no, that’s not right. I infected myself with the lycanthrope virus which, looking back now, was the stupidest thing I have ever done. Trying to undo that mistake is my life’s mission right now. Quite different from what I always thought I’d be doing at this point in my life.

At seventeen I should be working at some grocery store making minimum wage and planning for college. Instead, I’m holed up in a rundown motel injecting various poisons in the vain hope that it will save me. Funny where life takes you, huh?

Could be worse though. I could still be locked up.

( Meme )

I don’t really have a job per say or at least, I don’t get paid for risking my neck on a weekly basis but I guess being an X-man would fit under employment. Think I could put it on my resume? Although I highly doubt anyone’s gonna be looking for someone to fight evil mutants in your normal workplace but I could be wrong. God only knows what goes on in the corporate lifestyle these days.

Wouldn’t mind having a real job though. I would love to make a little cash working somewhere fun and preferably far, far away from the other kids at the mansion. Maybe like working at music store or a book store could be fun…

Well, that’s just a pipe dream anyhow. It’s not like I could work out in the public like that after being exposed for what I am and considering what can happen if I accidently get too close to someone. I wouldn’t want another repeat of what happened at the rock concert we went to last year, would I? Just thinking about absorbing all those memories makes me sick to my stomach. No, I think I’m better off sticking with the X-men for now.

( Meme )

Taken from musewithin @LJ

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Taken from ourplace @ LJ
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