The Brink of Time

I could feel the grass brushing across my hands as I leaned my stomach on my hoverboard. It belonged to my father, heaven knows where he his. I sighed as I lifted my head up into the night sky; stars, beautiful stars. The cool breeze hit my cheeks, my pale face. My mother named me Keziah, meaning some sort of tree. I frowned as I thought of how basically my name was Tree. I could see the lake in the distance, and as I got closer I turned my hoverboard off, and leapt off of it. Silently I stooped over the lake, my reflection glaring at me back. I dug my hands through the water, feeling my fingers hit the soft stones and algae.

If I could have one wish. I would wish to be able to go through the water and up into the sky.

However, I think it would be better to wish that wishes could come true.