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Grant-A-Wish
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Super Sipper
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"I want to star in a movie!"
"My favorite superheroes are The Legionnaires!"
"I wanted to be a singer with Mianna on a live stage!"
"My favorite cartoon.. I always wanted to be in it"
"Can I have my dad back?"
Those were some examples of Wishes that children give at the Grant-A-Wish Children's Charity. Some requests are for their favorite actor or to star in their favorite TV show, small and innocent wishes, easy to grant with the money from the volunteers. When they started out as a small-time organization built on an equally small but generous idea, there weren't many who came to help for the cause as they didn't even have a base of operations yet, just a small apartment crowded with children and medical supplies. Some parents didn't want their child to spend their possible last living moments in such place, others were willing to give it a try.
Donations started out small, often by the sympathetic passersby or those who had nothing to lose. People started filling in. They didn't have enough money to grant some of the Wishes. People started to get disappointed, asking for refunds, saying they weren't using the money on the children, they were stealing, that they should leave it to the big leagues.
But the children never gave up on them.
They had hope that their wish would be granted and so the Genie, affectionately given such a name by the children, also had hope and kept working as hard as they could.
They started to advertise, first with posters on the street, then to the parents to spread by word-of-mouth, however that didn't seem to be enough. But they held on hope.
The scandal started when the first child passed without their Wish being granted.
The parents knew they did as much as they could and kept quiet about it but word slipped out anyways and spread like wildfire. They bitterly thought to themselves how the opposite happened when they tried to spread. Accusations arose. Those corruption and theft rumors were fanned, popular opinion plummeted, parents took their children back. Some didn't want to leave. Things seemed bleak. The Genie's teeth gritted at the hypocrisy.
But the children that were left never gave up on them
"It's okay" they said "Everyone makes mistakes"
And so they endured and kept going, scraping as much money as they could from donations and their own jobs. Until they were able to buy a moderately-sized hospital.
The improvement didn't mean much for those who jeered but it helped lift their reputation, if slightly. Children now had their own rooms, they had enough staff to keep things going and despite all the rubble, got themselves a manager. Things were going relatively well but the failed Wishes were slowly piling up. Sometimes celebrities denied audiences and the Genie had to improvise, other times there were complications in the superhero's schedule, other times there wasn't enough money.
But the Genie had to keep going, for the children.
The world was in for a surprise when the charity was visited by one of the A Ranked Capes, Drakestorme. Their first Cape wish, granted. Little Mabel was so happy she was stuttering. They both did the Stormy Punch together and children wanted to leave their beds to see. The Cape managed to make time for as many children as he could and told them to keep believing in him, other Capes and the staff to keep them safe.
"Because people like them are the real heroes"
Genie found a check for 2 billion among the donations. The children laughed that day. The staff celebrated. Genie cried and thanked Drakestorme, even after they pulled their usual disappearing act.
People expected them to run away with the money but Genie got to work immediately. The Cape's visit made donations increase and parents started to file in once more. Within a few months, conditions for the children were improved, the pile of non-granted Wishes started to dwindle quickly and in a few years they had buildings all over the world and were the number one Children's Charity. Genie won multiple awards for their work and determination. Things were finally looking up for Genie and the charity.
"My wish is to be just like Genie"
That wish was first made by a ten-year-old Elyssa Jones, a girl who was suffering from a lung disease. The staff didn't know what to say to that. Genie was brought before little Elyssa and she repeated her wish.
"Do you know what it means to be Genie?"
"It means to help people and grant their wishes no matter what!"
"Isn't that just being a superhero?"
"Nope, you make it special because you try your super hardest to make us happy! You don't care about what those people outside think even when they say you do bad things! You always do things to grant our wishes even if it makes you tired! You let us stay in a very fancy hospital but you live in a tiny house and sacrifice many because you love us very very much! And we love you very very much too, Genie!"
Genie and the surrounding staff's hearts were moved and Genie spent the rest of the day brainstorming until they got an idea that would change everything. They went back to Elyssa with a smile
"When you get better, would you like to be Genie?"
They made a pinkie promise and crossed their hearts.
The day Genie passed away, the Charity and the world mourned for a paragon of generosity. Questions of who would take up their mantle rose and the question was answered when the Elyssa Jones, now an adult, took on the name of Genie and continued their legacy and it was she, who started the Genie training project.
Meetings with non-Caped, Powered people were made. The staff and children who wanted to 'Be Genie' were taken aside and Genie launched a secret training project for those the new prospect 'Genies' and given top-notch education and training and ran by a code;
'Grant The Wish, No Matter What'
It was standard protocol that the staff was trained in a multitude of skills to meet the children's every need and to handle even the stubbornness of people and customers.
The newer, more challenging Wishes could now be granted. Those that involved seeing a small amount of lava or beating up a supervillain that hurt their parents, wishes like these could also be granted. The public was kept in the shadows about the Genie Project, with them thinking that the Charity was just very good at their job. The name Genie became a rank, for those who wished to help grant the Wishes of these children. The other children were as clueless as the customers and they kept their jobs of simple staff of a charity, albeit one capable of deterring villain attacks to the children, making sure none of the damages from the battles between Capes and Villains got to their area and granting even the most impossible of Wishes.
You were a child from one of the GAW-funded orphanages with nothing to lose. Your disease was incurable and you didn't wish for anything special
"I want to live"
That was your wish. And in a few years, it was granted. Feeling grateful, you signed up as one of the nurses for the children but you didn't expect to be trained in espionage, diplomacy, combat and things worthy of a secret agent or a Cape. Most of the time, you did normal work, taking care of the children among other normal things but when you were called to Grant A Wish, you prepared yourself to deal with the abnormal and things Capes take a long time to do.
"I wanna meet Dr. Beezelbub!"
The most recent wish you were assigned to grant was one of the 'weird' ones; getting an audience with the current greatest supervillain in the world was not going to be easy but you were the Genie in little Mikey's bottle so you resolved to do so.
It was the first challenging task in a while, as there were traps almost everywhere and the henchmen were more than just competent mooks, however Dr. Beezlebub still followed the same unspoken rules and habits of most villains, which made it relatively easier to get to his main headquarters
"No mere mortal could have possibly gotten past all my traps and henchmen unscathed! Who are you? Who sent you?"
"I'm not with any of the licensed Caped groups, sir. I'm here from the Grant-A-Wish Children's Charity. There's been a request for you."
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Here's a short story thing I wrote in school based on a writing prompt. Feedback, opinions and such is appreciated! As well as whether or notI should expand this verse or something. I wrote it on a whim during recess so the chance of that happening is pretty low but who knows? Enjoy!
"My favorite superheroes are The Legionnaires!"
"I wanted to be a singer with Mianna on a live stage!"
"My favorite cartoon.. I always wanted to be in it"
"Can I have my dad back?"
Those were some examples of Wishes that children give at the Grant-A-Wish Children's Charity. Some requests are for their favorite actor or to star in their favorite TV show, small and innocent wishes, easy to grant with the money from the volunteers. When they started out as a small-time organization built on an equally small but generous idea, there weren't many who came to help for the cause as they didn't even have a base of operations yet, just a small apartment crowded with children and medical supplies. Some parents didn't want their child to spend their possible last living moments in such place, others were willing to give it a try.
Donations started out small, often by the sympathetic passersby or those who had nothing to lose. People started filling in. They didn't have enough money to grant some of the Wishes. People started to get disappointed, asking for refunds, saying they weren't using the money on the children, they were stealing, that they should leave it to the big leagues.
But the children never gave up on them.
They had hope that their wish would be granted and so the Genie, affectionately given such a name by the children, also had hope and kept working as hard as they could.
They started to advertise, first with posters on the street, then to the parents to spread by word-of-mouth, however that didn't seem to be enough. But they held on hope.
The scandal started when the first child passed without their Wish being granted.
The parents knew they did as much as they could and kept quiet about it but word slipped out anyways and spread like wildfire. They bitterly thought to themselves how the opposite happened when they tried to spread. Accusations arose. Those corruption and theft rumors were fanned, popular opinion plummeted, parents took their children back. Some didn't want to leave. Things seemed bleak. The Genie's teeth gritted at the hypocrisy.
But the children that were left never gave up on them
"It's okay" they said "Everyone makes mistakes"
And so they endured and kept going, scraping as much money as they could from donations and their own jobs. Until they were able to buy a moderately-sized hospital.
The improvement didn't mean much for those who jeered but it helped lift their reputation, if slightly. Children now had their own rooms, they had enough staff to keep things going and despite all the rubble, got themselves a manager. Things were going relatively well but the failed Wishes were slowly piling up. Sometimes celebrities denied audiences and the Genie had to improvise, other times there were complications in the superhero's schedule, other times there wasn't enough money.
But the Genie had to keep going, for the children.
The world was in for a surprise when the charity was visited by one of the A Ranked Capes, Drakestorme. Their first Cape wish, granted. Little Mabel was so happy she was stuttering. They both did the Stormy Punch together and children wanted to leave their beds to see. The Cape managed to make time for as many children as he could and told them to keep believing in him, other Capes and the staff to keep them safe.
"Because people like them are the real heroes"
Genie found a check for 2 billion among the donations. The children laughed that day. The staff celebrated. Genie cried and thanked Drakestorme, even after they pulled their usual disappearing act.
People expected them to run away with the money but Genie got to work immediately. The Cape's visit made donations increase and parents started to file in once more. Within a few months, conditions for the children were improved, the pile of non-granted Wishes started to dwindle quickly and in a few years they had buildings all over the world and were the number one Children's Charity. Genie won multiple awards for their work and determination. Things were finally looking up for Genie and the charity.
"My wish is to be just like Genie"
That wish was first made by a ten-year-old Elyssa Jones, a girl who was suffering from a lung disease. The staff didn't know what to say to that. Genie was brought before little Elyssa and she repeated her wish.
"Do you know what it means to be Genie?"
"It means to help people and grant their wishes no matter what!"
"Isn't that just being a superhero?"
"Nope, you make it special because you try your super hardest to make us happy! You don't care about what those people outside think even when they say you do bad things! You always do things to grant our wishes even if it makes you tired! You let us stay in a very fancy hospital but you live in a tiny house and sacrifice many because you love us very very much! And we love you very very much too, Genie!"
Genie and the surrounding staff's hearts were moved and Genie spent the rest of the day brainstorming until they got an idea that would change everything. They went back to Elyssa with a smile
"When you get better, would you like to be Genie?"
They made a pinkie promise and crossed their hearts.
The day Genie passed away, the Charity and the world mourned for a paragon of generosity. Questions of who would take up their mantle rose and the question was answered when the Elyssa Jones, now an adult, took on the name of Genie and continued their legacy and it was she, who started the Genie training project.
Meetings with non-Caped, Powered people were made. The staff and children who wanted to 'Be Genie' were taken aside and Genie launched a secret training project for those the new prospect 'Genies' and given top-notch education and training and ran by a code;
'Grant The Wish, No Matter What'
It was standard protocol that the staff was trained in a multitude of skills to meet the children's every need and to handle even the stubbornness of people and customers.
The newer, more challenging Wishes could now be granted. Those that involved seeing a small amount of lava or beating up a supervillain that hurt their parents, wishes like these could also be granted. The public was kept in the shadows about the Genie Project, with them thinking that the Charity was just very good at their job. The name Genie became a rank, for those who wished to help grant the Wishes of these children. The other children were as clueless as the customers and they kept their jobs of simple staff of a charity, albeit one capable of deterring villain attacks to the children, making sure none of the damages from the battles between Capes and Villains got to their area and granting even the most impossible of Wishes.
You were a child from one of the GAW-funded orphanages with nothing to lose. Your disease was incurable and you didn't wish for anything special
"I want to live"
That was your wish. And in a few years, it was granted. Feeling grateful, you signed up as one of the nurses for the children but you didn't expect to be trained in espionage, diplomacy, combat and things worthy of a secret agent or a Cape. Most of the time, you did normal work, taking care of the children among other normal things but when you were called to Grant A Wish, you prepared yourself to deal with the abnormal and things Capes take a long time to do.
"I wanna meet Dr. Beezelbub!"
The most recent wish you were assigned to grant was one of the 'weird' ones; getting an audience with the current greatest supervillain in the world was not going to be easy but you were the Genie in little Mikey's bottle so you resolved to do so.
It was the first challenging task in a while, as there were traps almost everywhere and the henchmen were more than just competent mooks, however Dr. Beezlebub still followed the same unspoken rules and habits of most villains, which made it relatively easier to get to his main headquarters
"No mere mortal could have possibly gotten past all my traps and henchmen unscathed! Who are you? Who sent you?"
"I'm not with any of the licensed Caped groups, sir. I'm here from the Grant-A-Wish Children's Charity. There's been a request for you."
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Here's a short story thing I wrote in school based on a writing prompt. Feedback, opinions and such is appreciated! As well as whether or notI should expand this verse or something. I wrote it on a whim during recess so the chance of that happening is pretty low but who knows? Enjoy!
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Dying child wishes to travel the stats.
Make-a-Wish causes supervillains and superheroes to work with national and corporate space programs, launching humanity into interplanetary status.
Make-a-Wish: Mission accomplished!
Humanity: What just happened?
Make-a-Wish causes supervillains and superheroes to work with national and corporate space programs, launching humanity into interplanetary status.
Make-a-Wish: Mission accomplished!
Humanity: What just happened?
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Unlucky Part One
ElenaIsCool
Super Sipper
- Location
- Obscure Area
- Pronouns
- She/They
September 3rd, Friday
My family had been planning the weekend at the Monteverde Resort for three months since we had won the tickets at a raffle. It was at first supposed to happen in a month but then life dropped a lot of its usual struggles on top of us like one would drop a pot of hot, boiling water scalding their fingers. First, Pip got sick then we had the Winefield Family Meeting and my dad had to travel for work. It was like continuously stumbling into rosebush after rosebush but we managed to keep our hype up and the miracle of a free, drama-less week appeared and we jumped at the chance, taking dad's car instead of Pip's rusty old pickup truck and drove to the resort, thankfully still allowed to due to the tickets not expiring before date.
It might sound like a crazy story for you but being a Winefield means an extreme amount of bad luck. One time, my dad's surgery ended up botched and at school everyone calls me Black Kat or Son Of Triple Chin Matt and these are just the smallest of troubles my family had to go through. That's why I tend to question the small, good things that happen because they end up being a lovely, tidy path to a catalyst. This is the reason why I was very hesitant to join Pip on a kayak ride while dad got a very well needed massage.
"Come on, Kat! It'll be fun!" He said with a not-so-convincing display of air kayaking "Besides it's all clear skies today!" I looked up at the sky and saw some clouds on the horizon then looked at the boat my brother intended to take us on "Sorry but I haven't updated my will and testament since the last time I was in a vehicle with you on the driver's seat" I sneered with a roll of my eyes while Pip laughed "Relax! I have my license and have been professionally taught by professionally trained professional experts! You can trust your big bro!" The fact that he said professional more than twice made me have a lot of doubts but I knew he wouldn't leave me alone so I sighed and relented.
"What made you think this is fun?" I asked Pip after half an hour at sea. I kept looking up and saw the clouds approaching steadily as I tried to not fall off the boat. I had forced Pip to bring snorkels, life vests and a floatie shaped like a tent with one of those silly faces that honestly looked like a mini-bouncy castle in for good measure. Being a Winefield meant being prepared for danger at all times. "The people on YouTube made it look fun" Pip replied and I sighed "Let me guess, the people of YouTube are also the professionally trained experts that trained you?" My snark was met by a nervous chuckle "Sometimes I wonder if mom's influence made you a daredevil dummy" I mutter to myself, rather loudly it seems like due to the look Pip gave to me before finding the ocean far more interesting than my comment as the air grew quiet. He always got tense whenever mom was brought up. A wave rocked the boat and felt something liquid drop on my nose. Looking up, I saw that the once clear sky was cloudy and grey. The rain suddenly started to drop its little water bullets and the sea became rough, following suit like an orchestra syncing with its conductor.
"Let's head back!" I yelled at Pip who was desperately trying to do so "That's what I'm doing! There were never storms in the videos!" He shouted, making me glare at him and open my mouth to say something only to jolt in surprise as I heard the cackling of thunder.
It's all Pip's fault; A grown 17-year-old with the IQ of a dirty gym sock and no college degree! Let's go kayaking, he said. It'll be fun, he said. Then like all times, something goes horribly wrong. If I die and anyone finds this, my name is Kat Winefield and welcome (Or goodbye) to my terribly unlucky life.
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Another thing I just did. Completely unrelated to the Grant A Wish shortet above, don't worry.
My family had been planning the weekend at the Monteverde Resort for three months since we had won the tickets at a raffle. It was at first supposed to happen in a month but then life dropped a lot of its usual struggles on top of us like one would drop a pot of hot, boiling water scalding their fingers. First, Pip got sick then we had the Winefield Family Meeting and my dad had to travel for work. It was like continuously stumbling into rosebush after rosebush but we managed to keep our hype up and the miracle of a free, drama-less week appeared and we jumped at the chance, taking dad's car instead of Pip's rusty old pickup truck and drove to the resort, thankfully still allowed to due to the tickets not expiring before date.
It might sound like a crazy story for you but being a Winefield means an extreme amount of bad luck. One time, my dad's surgery ended up botched and at school everyone calls me Black Kat or Son Of Triple Chin Matt and these are just the smallest of troubles my family had to go through. That's why I tend to question the small, good things that happen because they end up being a lovely, tidy path to a catalyst. This is the reason why I was very hesitant to join Pip on a kayak ride while dad got a very well needed massage.
"Come on, Kat! It'll be fun!" He said with a not-so-convincing display of air kayaking "Besides it's all clear skies today!" I looked up at the sky and saw some clouds on the horizon then looked at the boat my brother intended to take us on "Sorry but I haven't updated my will and testament since the last time I was in a vehicle with you on the driver's seat" I sneered with a roll of my eyes while Pip laughed "Relax! I have my license and have been professionally taught by professionally trained professional experts! You can trust your big bro!" The fact that he said professional more than twice made me have a lot of doubts but I knew he wouldn't leave me alone so I sighed and relented.
"What made you think this is fun?" I asked Pip after half an hour at sea. I kept looking up and saw the clouds approaching steadily as I tried to not fall off the boat. I had forced Pip to bring snorkels, life vests and a floatie shaped like a tent with one of those silly faces that honestly looked like a mini-bouncy castle in for good measure. Being a Winefield meant being prepared for danger at all times. "The people on YouTube made it look fun" Pip replied and I sighed "Let me guess, the people of YouTube are also the professionally trained experts that trained you?" My snark was met by a nervous chuckle "Sometimes I wonder if mom's influence made you a daredevil dummy" I mutter to myself, rather loudly it seems like due to the look Pip gave to me before finding the ocean far more interesting than my comment as the air grew quiet. He always got tense whenever mom was brought up. A wave rocked the boat and felt something liquid drop on my nose. Looking up, I saw that the once clear sky was cloudy and grey. The rain suddenly started to drop its little water bullets and the sea became rough, following suit like an orchestra syncing with its conductor.
"Let's head back!" I yelled at Pip who was desperately trying to do so "That's what I'm doing! There were never storms in the videos!" He shouted, making me glare at him and open my mouth to say something only to jolt in surprise as I heard the cackling of thunder.
It's all Pip's fault; A grown 17-year-old with the IQ of a dirty gym sock and no college degree! Let's go kayaking, he said. It'll be fun, he said. Then like all times, something goes horribly wrong. If I die and anyone finds this, my name is Kat Winefield and welcome (Or goodbye) to my terribly unlucky life.
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Another thing I just did. Completely unrelated to the Grant A Wish shortet above, don't worry.
Unlucky (Part Two)
ElenaIsCool
Super Sipper
- Location
- Obscure Area
- Pronouns
- She/They
September 3rd, Friday (Part 2)
The once soft shower of rain that had started minutes earlier began to roughen up, the boat rocking faster than a crib belonging to a constantly crying baby and their sleep deprived mother. The waves were still following the sonata of the upcoming storm. I decided to help a currently panicked Pip who was showing me that he hadn't paid attention to any of the Professionally Trained Professional Expert YouTubers by trying to paddle as if it were a rowboat. I was trying to paddle with my hands so my method was just as humiliatingly dumb but you try not going to desperate lengths when in a life-threatening situation
The boat rocked again, this time with force strong enough to flip me over to the dark depths of the sea if not for Pip grabbing my hand and pulling me over, making me face plant on his shoulder as he hugged me tight. Nice show of brotherly affection there. Normally I would hiss and scratch his face for even doing that but I hugged back this time because I was glad he saved me and also because I didn't want to risk getting thrown overboard like a ragdoll. "Wait a minute" My eyes squinted up at something floating away from us "Is that the paddle!? Pip!" I broke away from the hug to give my older brother a nasty look. One glance behind him and he looked a mixture of embarrassed and apologetic "I might've dropped it when I heroically grabbed your hand and saved your life? At least thank me for that!" I scoffed "I was going to do so mentally but now it's a no thanks!"
As if my declaration resonated with the heavens themselves, the thunder's cackle and wind intensity increased by tenfold, sending the boat and us on a washing-machine like spin. The storm had gotten way worse now. As my brother and I looked at each other, I was reminded of something: "The snorkels!" I yelled before we rushed to put them on "Let's go to the floatie!" Pip suggested and I nodded as I wobbled on the boat. We then saw a huge wave coming our way! My brother grabbed me by the arm again and pushed me into the floatie before jumping in himself, just in time for the wave to crash down and take down the boat. There, we simply waited in silence as the waves crashed for the storm to finish its dreadfully deadly song while hoping we didn't get hit by lightning. It took around two or so hours for the storm to calm down and for the water orchestra to stop the music and draw the curtains. The boat was long gone but we were alive! Cold, hungry, wet and possibly traumatized, sure but we lived! No Titanic ending here.
Soon enough, a partying speedboat found us and offered to take us back to the beach, something that took longer than it should because for mysterious reasons (read: Winefield-ness) the motor goofed out and left us floating some more for around another half hour until a bunch of helicopters came in and saved us once more. I'm still surprised that none of the helicopters got something stuck on their wings. Dad was very relieved when he found us and hugged us tighter than a grandma pinching her grandchild's cheek "I was so worried I'd lose you" He said as his tears recreated Victoria Falls and for once, I hugged him back. Pip left me alone for the rest of the day, mainly because he had to explain to the person that he rented the boat from the circumstances that ended up getting us banned from the beach for some reason. He still boasted about saving my life the whole day to the girls and guys that crowded around him later, something I find irritating. Out of all the people to owe my life to, Pip is the second-to-worst option. But it's the unlucky things like that are what make my life hectic, which I have a right to complain about. All I hope is for tomorrow to be less crazy but knowing me and my heritage? That's not going to happen.
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Been focusing waay too much on Seizansha lately hahaa-
The once soft shower of rain that had started minutes earlier began to roughen up, the boat rocking faster than a crib belonging to a constantly crying baby and their sleep deprived mother. The waves were still following the sonata of the upcoming storm. I decided to help a currently panicked Pip who was showing me that he hadn't paid attention to any of the Professionally Trained Professional Expert YouTubers by trying to paddle as if it were a rowboat. I was trying to paddle with my hands so my method was just as humiliatingly dumb but you try not going to desperate lengths when in a life-threatening situation
The boat rocked again, this time with force strong enough to flip me over to the dark depths of the sea if not for Pip grabbing my hand and pulling me over, making me face plant on his shoulder as he hugged me tight. Nice show of brotherly affection there. Normally I would hiss and scratch his face for even doing that but I hugged back this time because I was glad he saved me and also because I didn't want to risk getting thrown overboard like a ragdoll. "Wait a minute" My eyes squinted up at something floating away from us "Is that the paddle!? Pip!" I broke away from the hug to give my older brother a nasty look. One glance behind him and he looked a mixture of embarrassed and apologetic "I might've dropped it when I heroically grabbed your hand and saved your life? At least thank me for that!" I scoffed "I was going to do so mentally but now it's a no thanks!"
As if my declaration resonated with the heavens themselves, the thunder's cackle and wind intensity increased by tenfold, sending the boat and us on a washing-machine like spin. The storm had gotten way worse now. As my brother and I looked at each other, I was reminded of something: "The snorkels!" I yelled before we rushed to put them on "Let's go to the floatie!" Pip suggested and I nodded as I wobbled on the boat. We then saw a huge wave coming our way! My brother grabbed me by the arm again and pushed me into the floatie before jumping in himself, just in time for the wave to crash down and take down the boat. There, we simply waited in silence as the waves crashed for the storm to finish its dreadfully deadly song while hoping we didn't get hit by lightning. It took around two or so hours for the storm to calm down and for the water orchestra to stop the music and draw the curtains. The boat was long gone but we were alive! Cold, hungry, wet and possibly traumatized, sure but we lived! No Titanic ending here.
Soon enough, a partying speedboat found us and offered to take us back to the beach, something that took longer than it should because for mysterious reasons (read: Winefield-ness) the motor goofed out and left us floating some more for around another half hour until a bunch of helicopters came in and saved us once more. I'm still surprised that none of the helicopters got something stuck on their wings. Dad was very relieved when he found us and hugged us tighter than a grandma pinching her grandchild's cheek "I was so worried I'd lose you" He said as his tears recreated Victoria Falls and for once, I hugged him back. Pip left me alone for the rest of the day, mainly because he had to explain to the person that he rented the boat from the circumstances that ended up getting us banned from the beach for some reason. He still boasted about saving my life the whole day to the girls and guys that crowded around him later, something I find irritating. Out of all the people to owe my life to, Pip is the second-to-worst option. But it's the unlucky things like that are what make my life hectic, which I have a right to complain about. All I hope is for tomorrow to be less crazy but knowing me and my heritage? That's not going to happen.
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Been focusing waay too much on Seizansha lately hahaa-