• Chapter 1
    Jenna's Wish

    Jenna was walking to school with her friend, Marissa. They were going to be late because Marissa had to stop and tag on the city hall building. "Why do you do that?" Jenna asked.
    "I'm mad...so I can release my anger."
    "Okay...," Jenna said, a little mysterious.
    "You just don't get it. My parents call people like you immature. They say people like you need to be more mature."
    "What does that mean?" Jenna asked.
    "I don't know." Marissa said. The two girls walked inside their school building and down the hall. They opened the door that said C-5. It was Ms. Taylor's class. All the kids thought she was mean, strict, and she had a mole on the side of her neck.
    "Why were you guys so late?" she said sternly.
    "Traffic," Marissa replied sarcasticlly.
    "Ha ha, funny." Ms. Taylor said. Jenna sat down at her desk. She looked back and saw the janitor, Marcos, mopping the floor behind her. "Class, what is 5 plus 10?" Jenna raised her hand. "Yes, Jenna."
    "Um...510?"
    "Jenna do you think you're funny. You're in the first grade now! Maybe you should mature up!" The janitor walked over and said,"You shouldn't treat your kids like that."
    "Just clean you immigrating Mexican!" Marcos looked shocked. He went back to the back of the room and grabbed his mop.
    "I just wish I was more mature!" Jenna yelled.
    "Shut up Jenna!" Ms. Taylor said. Marcos walked over to Jenna and handed her a Rice Krispy Treat. She opened it and started eating.
    "Now, Jenna. What is 5 plus 10?"
    "15," Jenna said. Her voice wasn't the same. It was deeper, like an adult's. She looked at herself weirdly. The place on her chest where there was nothing began to grow. Her breasts were those of a young, hot adult. Her hair grew longer and more blonde. Her eyes were a more beautiful emerald. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!!!" she yelled as she ran out the classroom door.