Bianca's POV
It was a beautiful summer night. The temeperature was just right, and we sat swinging on the bench eating popsicles. “Adam,” I said to my best friend “Do you ever think that maybe we all have something we were like, destined to do in life?” we sat in silence for a moment, pondering the question, when he finally broke the silence “You know B, that sounds just like something your father wouldv'e said. He loved you Bianca.” My father died in a mining accident when I was 12. I couldn't belive it's been 3 years already. And for most people, they get over it, but it was horrible trying to make it by without him. My mother was absent from life most times, always staring out the window, never speaking. That left me with the responsibility of taking care of Fiona, my little sister. I looked at the sky. “Hey look, it's a shooting star!” I ran out to get a better view, Adam followed. I thought about what to wish for. finally it hit me, I closed my eyes and made a wish. “What did you wish for?” Adam asked excitedly. I gave him my answer “I wished for Marisol to be gone forever.” Marisol was a girl who acted like the world revolved around her. I had always heard about wishes gone wrong, but I never meant for things to get this out of hand.