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Title: Make A Simple Wish
Author: Roxy Parkington
Summary: What would you do if the one person you cared about in your life slipped away from you in one second? Six-year-old Molly Hale reflects on the one person who has yet to be runited with the family: her brother, ten-year-old Joseph Hale, the only one who really understood how she felt during those difficult times.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story other than Joey Hale, who honestly belongs to my brother because he was the one who created him in the first place, I'm just using the brother/sister relationship between Joey and Molly because I find it irresistably cute. ^_^ Oh, and I don't own the wonderful song Make A Wish either.
~~~
It was a warm summer night in Greenfield and six-year-old Molly Hale had managed to slip into the back courtyard so she could have some time alone. Mama had just returned after her disappearance, Papa was here, and yet she was missing something, a memory that was on the edge of her mind, but one she couldn?t quite place. She had dwelled on it a little when the Unown had returned to their tiles, but it wasn?t until her eyes alighted on the swing that the missing piece hit her: Joseph Steven Hale, called Joey by his family and friends, the older brother she adored so much, was gone forever. Even in her innocence, Molly knew it was all her fault.
Joey and Molly had the strongest of bonds ever since she had entered Joey?s life; they never fought, if they did, they always forgave each other later on. Joey was her protector, her knight in shining armor, the one she wanted to be like. She was dependant on him her entire childhood, and she thought it would always be that way, Joey did too.
Until the glass of their perfect world was shattered.
Both Spencer and Crystal Hale had disappeared within two years of each other, and Molly could still remember the raw pain of running just a few feet ahead of nine-year-old Joey, opening the door, anxious to be lifted into the arms of the father they loved?only to find Skylar, her father?s assistant, sitting in the dining room with their butler, Frans. He had broken the news to them gently, but neither of the Hale children would believe him. Joey had spent the rest of the day brooding, while Molly kept biting her lip every time she sneaked a glance at her brother. That night, Joey and Molly returned to the dining room, Joey carrying his dad?s laptop under one arm, Molly holding the storybook of Pokemon legends that she and Joey used to read.
Molly set up the laptop, her brother silent and serious, but his comforting hands on her shoulders just the same. ?Try looking in the Pictures folder, Molly, there might be something worth looking at in there,? he suggested.
?Papa, what happened to you?? she asked, more to herself than to Joey, as she clicked the folder on the desktop. A photo appeared, one that looked familiar, but she wanted to check with her brother first. ?Joey, what are those Pokemon??
?Those are Unown, Molly, it was the picture we looked at with Dad last night,? he replied, staring at the screen with interest. Bored with just sitting there, Molly got up and went to investigate the box sitting beside the laptop. Don?t touch that, Joey had warned her. Oh why, why hadn?t she listened??
The next events happened so fast that Molly could scarcely remember them. One minute she had been spelling out the names of her family, she was crying, Joey had come over to hug her, and the tiles were swirling upward through a hole in the ceiling. A second later, real Unown had come in. Joey was just as fascinated as she was, too fascinated to notice Molly reach for the storybook. Come back, Papa, please?I?d give anything for you to come back, she thought. It was then that an air current began snapping at her dress, and Joey was lifted into the air.
?Molly!? Joey exclaimed as he fought the pull, but the Unown were relentless.
?JOEY!? Molly screamed, realizing her fatal mistake as she ran after him. ?I DIDN?T MEAN IT!? She raced after him, she had his hand, she wouldn?t let go, she couldn?t?
With a sudden yank, the Unown pulled her brother away from her grasp. ?MOLLY!? Joey screamed again in a last desperate attempt to be heard as the Unown pulled him away.
?JOEY! JOEY! JOEY!? Molly had screamed over and over again without stopping to breathe. He had cared for her for so long, how could she live without him?
That was how Entei had found her, crying for the loss of the only companion she had known for the past five years. She had turned around and ran to the legendary lion Pokemon, her memories of Joey forgotten.
***
Molly quietly stepped over to the swing and sat down, her small hands on the coarse rope as she braced herself to push; before, Joey was always the one who was pushing her, her engine that would take her to the moon if she wanted to. Now she was just Molly Hale, and that didn?t feel right to her. She pulled back and let go, pretending that Joey was just behind her, pretending he was making the sound effects for a whooshing engine. When Joey pushed her, the sky didn?t seem so far away; now it was beyond her reach.
?Come on, Joey, you can go higher than that!? she exclaimed happily, pushing herself higher, wanting to believe that Joey would be there behind her saying, ?You wanna bet?? in a playful tone, and then pushing her higher. As Molly pushed, the wind began to blow, and if she closed her eyes she could imagine that Joey was just behind her. The wind wasn?t wind anymore; it was Joey, she knew it deep down in her heart.
?Higher, Joey, higher, higher, higher!? she exclaimed, her sweet voice almost yelling it, wanting to believe that he was still there. The wind slowly died away, and Molly?s false happiness went with it. She was alone, and the loss of her brother hit her as hard as it had a year ago. Putting her face against the rope holding her up, Molly dissolved into tears, remembering everything about the brother she had shared the bond with and had unknowingly taken for granted.
One of the memories that crossed her mind was just after Mama disappeared when she was three, when she had run to Joey for comfort. They had sat on Joey?s bed looking at beautiful illustrations of legendary Pokemon until they were too exhausted to do anything else. As she fell asleep that night, Molly remembered Joey singing a lullaby, a lullaby he sang to her every night afterward. How did it go?
Fighting the ever-present lump in her throat, Molly looked to the stars, thought of Joey, and began to sing softly.
?When daytime turns to night,
When the moon shines bright,
When you?re tucked in tight
And everything?s alright,
Slip softly to that place
Where secret thoughts run free,
And there come face to face
With who you want to be.
So swim across the ocean blue,
Fly a rocket to the moon,
You can change your life
Or you can change the world.
Take a chance,
Don?t be afraid,
Life is yours to live.
Take a chance,
And then the best is yet to come.?
Molly paused, her voice growing stronger as she reached the chorus.
?Make a wish,
It?s up to you.
Find the strength inside,
And watch your dreams come true.
You don?t need a shooting star,
The magic?s right there in your heart.
Close your eyes, believe
And make a wish.
I?ve always hoped for happiness
And finally fulfilled my wish
Cause I just need to see you smile.?
I need to know you?re alive, Joey, she thought, repeating the chorus once more.
?Make a wish,
It?s up to you.
Find the strength inside,
And watch your dreams come true.
You don?t need a shooting star,
The magic?s right there in your heart.
Close your eyes, believe
And make a wish??
The last few notes of the song faded into the darkness as Molly finished, her face turned to the sky. She was no longer crying because the lullaby had made her stronger, just like Joey did after Mama disappeared. Somewhere out there, she could picture her brother on the road to Greenfield with some new friends, and knew that all was right with the world.
"Jirachi,? she whispered to the darkness, hoping that the Pokemon granter of wishes could hear her, ?bring Joey safely back to us?? Her blue eyes met the sky again. ?I miss him so much??
Author: Roxy Parkington
Summary: What would you do if the one person you cared about in your life slipped away from you in one second? Six-year-old Molly Hale reflects on the one person who has yet to be runited with the family: her brother, ten-year-old Joseph Hale, the only one who really understood how she felt during those difficult times.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story other than Joey Hale, who honestly belongs to my brother because he was the one who created him in the first place, I'm just using the brother/sister relationship between Joey and Molly because I find it irresistably cute. ^_^ Oh, and I don't own the wonderful song Make A Wish either.
~~~
It was a warm summer night in Greenfield and six-year-old Molly Hale had managed to slip into the back courtyard so she could have some time alone. Mama had just returned after her disappearance, Papa was here, and yet she was missing something, a memory that was on the edge of her mind, but one she couldn?t quite place. She had dwelled on it a little when the Unown had returned to their tiles, but it wasn?t until her eyes alighted on the swing that the missing piece hit her: Joseph Steven Hale, called Joey by his family and friends, the older brother she adored so much, was gone forever. Even in her innocence, Molly knew it was all her fault.
Joey and Molly had the strongest of bonds ever since she had entered Joey?s life; they never fought, if they did, they always forgave each other later on. Joey was her protector, her knight in shining armor, the one she wanted to be like. She was dependant on him her entire childhood, and she thought it would always be that way, Joey did too.
Until the glass of their perfect world was shattered.
Both Spencer and Crystal Hale had disappeared within two years of each other, and Molly could still remember the raw pain of running just a few feet ahead of nine-year-old Joey, opening the door, anxious to be lifted into the arms of the father they loved?only to find Skylar, her father?s assistant, sitting in the dining room with their butler, Frans. He had broken the news to them gently, but neither of the Hale children would believe him. Joey had spent the rest of the day brooding, while Molly kept biting her lip every time she sneaked a glance at her brother. That night, Joey and Molly returned to the dining room, Joey carrying his dad?s laptop under one arm, Molly holding the storybook of Pokemon legends that she and Joey used to read.
Molly set up the laptop, her brother silent and serious, but his comforting hands on her shoulders just the same. ?Try looking in the Pictures folder, Molly, there might be something worth looking at in there,? he suggested.
?Papa, what happened to you?? she asked, more to herself than to Joey, as she clicked the folder on the desktop. A photo appeared, one that looked familiar, but she wanted to check with her brother first. ?Joey, what are those Pokemon??
?Those are Unown, Molly, it was the picture we looked at with Dad last night,? he replied, staring at the screen with interest. Bored with just sitting there, Molly got up and went to investigate the box sitting beside the laptop. Don?t touch that, Joey had warned her. Oh why, why hadn?t she listened??
The next events happened so fast that Molly could scarcely remember them. One minute she had been spelling out the names of her family, she was crying, Joey had come over to hug her, and the tiles were swirling upward through a hole in the ceiling. A second later, real Unown had come in. Joey was just as fascinated as she was, too fascinated to notice Molly reach for the storybook. Come back, Papa, please?I?d give anything for you to come back, she thought. It was then that an air current began snapping at her dress, and Joey was lifted into the air.
?Molly!? Joey exclaimed as he fought the pull, but the Unown were relentless.
?JOEY!? Molly screamed, realizing her fatal mistake as she ran after him. ?I DIDN?T MEAN IT!? She raced after him, she had his hand, she wouldn?t let go, she couldn?t?
With a sudden yank, the Unown pulled her brother away from her grasp. ?MOLLY!? Joey screamed again in a last desperate attempt to be heard as the Unown pulled him away.
?JOEY! JOEY! JOEY!? Molly had screamed over and over again without stopping to breathe. He had cared for her for so long, how could she live without him?
That was how Entei had found her, crying for the loss of the only companion she had known for the past five years. She had turned around and ran to the legendary lion Pokemon, her memories of Joey forgotten.
***
Molly quietly stepped over to the swing and sat down, her small hands on the coarse rope as she braced herself to push; before, Joey was always the one who was pushing her, her engine that would take her to the moon if she wanted to. Now she was just Molly Hale, and that didn?t feel right to her. She pulled back and let go, pretending that Joey was just behind her, pretending he was making the sound effects for a whooshing engine. When Joey pushed her, the sky didn?t seem so far away; now it was beyond her reach.
?Come on, Joey, you can go higher than that!? she exclaimed happily, pushing herself higher, wanting to believe that Joey would be there behind her saying, ?You wanna bet?? in a playful tone, and then pushing her higher. As Molly pushed, the wind began to blow, and if she closed her eyes she could imagine that Joey was just behind her. The wind wasn?t wind anymore; it was Joey, she knew it deep down in her heart.
?Higher, Joey, higher, higher, higher!? she exclaimed, her sweet voice almost yelling it, wanting to believe that he was still there. The wind slowly died away, and Molly?s false happiness went with it. She was alone, and the loss of her brother hit her as hard as it had a year ago. Putting her face against the rope holding her up, Molly dissolved into tears, remembering everything about the brother she had shared the bond with and had unknowingly taken for granted.
One of the memories that crossed her mind was just after Mama disappeared when she was three, when she had run to Joey for comfort. They had sat on Joey?s bed looking at beautiful illustrations of legendary Pokemon until they were too exhausted to do anything else. As she fell asleep that night, Molly remembered Joey singing a lullaby, a lullaby he sang to her every night afterward. How did it go?
Fighting the ever-present lump in her throat, Molly looked to the stars, thought of Joey, and began to sing softly.
?When daytime turns to night,
When the moon shines bright,
When you?re tucked in tight
And everything?s alright,
Slip softly to that place
Where secret thoughts run free,
And there come face to face
With who you want to be.
So swim across the ocean blue,
Fly a rocket to the moon,
You can change your life
Or you can change the world.
Take a chance,
Don?t be afraid,
Life is yours to live.
Take a chance,
And then the best is yet to come.?
Molly paused, her voice growing stronger as she reached the chorus.
?Make a wish,
It?s up to you.
Find the strength inside,
And watch your dreams come true.
You don?t need a shooting star,
The magic?s right there in your heart.
Close your eyes, believe
And make a wish.
I?ve always hoped for happiness
And finally fulfilled my wish
Cause I just need to see you smile.?
I need to know you?re alive, Joey, she thought, repeating the chorus once more.
?Make a wish,
It?s up to you.
Find the strength inside,
And watch your dreams come true.
You don?t need a shooting star,
The magic?s right there in your heart.
Close your eyes, believe
And make a wish??
The last few notes of the song faded into the darkness as Molly finished, her face turned to the sky. She was no longer crying because the lullaby had made her stronger, just like Joey did after Mama disappeared. Somewhere out there, she could picture her brother on the road to Greenfield with some new friends, and knew that all was right with the world.
"Jirachi,? she whispered to the darkness, hoping that the Pokemon granter of wishes could hear her, ?bring Joey safely back to us?? Her blue eyes met the sky again. ?I miss him so much??
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