I used to fall asleep with the stories of fairytales. Fairy godmothers would grant wishes to the princess or the maiden and all her dreams would come true. 

She'd get the prince. She'd get the gown. Oh, how much I loved those stories. At night I would pray and wish for a fairy godmother to come and see me. Then Jake in high school would fall for me. There would be no more bullies and I would be the most popular girl around.

I felt so happy in my thoughts but I was quickly slammed back to earth. That would never happen. Fairy godmothers only exist in fairytales. I felt hopeless as I walked to school.

Balls of paper had been thrown at my back by the pretty girl in our class. Her name was Chasity. She was blonde, with blue eyes, and so far every guy's dream. Her nails were done in acrylic and her spray tan added a flawless look. People like me could never afford to look so pretty. 

I really wanted to say something to her as she sat and made fun of me. However, I knew I couldn't. To take her own, I would also have to take on her little group of friends. It wasn't worth getting my butt kicked in the middle of the classroom.

Plus, her best friend, Elissa, may film the beating and put it on youtube. It would be there forever. I let out a deep, depressive sigh as the bell rang to go to the next class. 

I picked up my books and headed for the hallway. Chasity, Elissa, and Ivory walked behind me. I began to walk faster but Chasity reached out and grabbed my hoodie.

I felt cold liquid go down my back and in my hair as she spilled her frappucino in my hood. "Sorry," she said sarcastically with a smirk, "I thought you were a trash can."

Today was no different than any other day. I walked home and made my way to my room. I changed my clothes and took a long shower. 

That night I laid down to sleep and dreaded tomorrow. I awoke to the feeling of someone sitting on my bed. I opened my eyes quickly and turned on my lamp in a panicked rush.

Peering at me from the bottom of my bed was a woman. She wore a white ancient gown with accents of green. Her eyes were nothing but black voids. Her gray hair laid like a puffy nest on her head. When she looked at me her neck cracked. 

She reached inside her sleeve and from it pulled a wand. In a whispery voice, she said to me, "you had called me many times, what is your wish?" 

My head flooded with thoughts. I tried to speak but my mouth would not open. Suddenly, as mysteriously as she appeared, she had vanished. Not sure what just happened, I was unable to fall asleep.

The next day at school, started as it always did. This time Chasity threw her Cheetos puffs at my head and back. I should have known better than to wear a white shirt. 

Annoyed, I could not wait for class to end. The bell rang and I made my way towards the hall. They walked behind me once again. Chasity pulled my hair. "Hey Lynn," she said cheerfully, " did you know there is a wad of gum in your hair?"

That was it the last straw. I couldn't hold my anger in anymore. "I wish you would just drop dead you, bitch!" My words boomed through the hallway. Anger blazed across my face. The three girls stood in front of me in shock at my outburst.

My fists balled, I was about to let loose all my rage. They were about to know all my feelings I had bottled up for so long. Before I could speak, Chasity's eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her skin went pale as she dropped to the floor.

I watched in confused shock as the other students ran to see the commotion. Chasity was dead. What I had said before she died was whispered about among the students. I found words like bitch and whore written on my locker. This harassment went on for days. My locker was even busted into and my school books were stolen.

My family doesn't have the money to replace those. With Chasity gone new bullies appeared. I just wanted to be alone. I just wanted to be left alone.  That night, I went home and stayed up late.

I called out for the godmother but there was no answer. How stupid was I? Here I sat up on another school night, waiting for a hallucination. Unsure of myself I spoke out and wished for what I was thinking earlier. I wished to be alone. 

The next morning, I got ready for school. The house was quiet. Walking outside, I noticed that my parents and my neighbor's vehicles had been unmoved. Where was everybody?

I made it to the school to find the doors still locked. The bell rang like it always did but there was no one. I called out to the fairy godmother, I even wished to take back my wishes.

It dawned on me fairy godmothers were not actually good. I was truly alone now. No other humans existed. No magical anything existed. There were no birds in the sky, no animals, no roar of a jet overhead. My wish came true. I didn't realize when I said alone, everything with a heartbeat ceased to exist. 

Without knowing how to fix this, without being able to hunt or fend for myself. Soon I will die too, but no one will be there to see it.