"NO, NO, NO! I can't reach the pan! And the step stool is broken again!" yelled Beth. Beth had jumped so much that the old, brown floor underneath her had looked like it was a cracking egg. The pan on the top of the refrigerator looked about as far away as the moon from standing on earth and she had no way to reach it. Her whole life she had been the shortest one in her family and her school. She was 4' 8" with short, blonde, curly hair that looked like the sun. She could barely reach anything in her house. She was made fun of by a lot of people. The pan seemed as though it was taunting her and it wanted her to be upset. It brought back all the memories of people making fun of her and taunting her by taking her stuff and hanging it over her head, too far above for her to get. So she had to jump to reach. She was sick of it and sick of all the memories. She was ready for a change, no matter what it took.
Beth stormed outside to get some vegetables out of her garden for the new dinner she was making without the need for the pan. Beth lives in a forest without many other people, and just below a mountain. The sky was bright blue and the sun was shining. The sun was a ball of fire, beaming down on her. The sun shined on the shimmering river that ran through the trees. As Beth stomped to her garden, an old man came up to her. The old man had grey hair and was wearing a black cloak. There were not many people in the forest, and Beth new almost all of them. It was strange for the old man to be here. "What's wrong?" asked the old man. "Who are you?" asked Beth. She got a weird vibe from this old man. She had never seen anyone like him before. He smelled like old wood and his cloak was very odd. She had to look up to talk to him. he made her uncomfortable."My name is Bert. I'm just passing through, now what's wrong?" said Bert. Beth hesitated to answer but finally spoke."I'm too short. I can't reach anything in my house, and I'm sick of it," yelled Beth."Clam down. I know someone that might be able to help you," said Bert."Really?" Beth said. She held her breath as she waited for his answer. She thought, could this be the chance she had always been looking for? Could she actually enjoy her life for once without worrying about being able to simple things? "Yes," he said, "Go to the top of that mountain," he pointed to the huge mountain with snow on top, that Beth lived under, "There will be a wizard that can help you. Go up there and tap the blue rock. The wizard will come out and fix whatever you want if you really need it." explained Bert."Oh thank you, thank you!" yelled Beth. She hugged the old man and started running up the mountain.
After hearing Bert's story, Beth set off to the top of the mountain as fast as she could. This trip was only going to take her a few hours and then she could come back home to finish dinner with her new height. After a few minutes of sprinting, Beth was still only at the bottom of the mountain. She realized this might be harder than she thought. But with no hesitation, she went on. Nothing was going to stop her from reaching the top of the mountain. Even though the top of the hill was covered with some white snow and she was wearing a short sleeve t-shirt, she didn't think about that. Her mind was set on reaching the top of the mountain to become taller and then everything in her life would be better. She thought the only way she could enjoy her life, would be to be tall.
Beth was almost at the top of the mountain, but it was pitch black now. The sky was black and on one side of the sky, you could see the stars bright and clear, on the other it was covered with dark clouds. In the distance, you could hear an owl hooting. Beth started worrying. "I'm not going to make it home before tomorrow. I'm going to have to camp somewhere tonight," Beth said to herself. A cool breeze came and a shiver went all the way up her spine. Beth pulled her arms up over her body and crossed them to try to stay warm. She could tell that a storm was coming. She really had to take cover now. Thunder boomed and rain took over the sky. Beth started to run now. The rain was going to make the rocks too slippery to walk on. If she was too late, she would slide back down the mountain or she would fall too fast down the steep parts to stop. She sprinted as fast as she could to beat the rain until she made it to a part of the mountain with a small overhang of the rock above. Beth sighed in relieve. The rain seemed as though it just wanted to get in Beth's way. She couldn't go anywhere until the rain stopped but now at least she could stay warmer and dryer.
Beth woke up the next morning with her stomach rumbling and screaming at her to get some food. She luckily found a bush with some berries in it to hold her over for a while. The rain had stopped and after she had her breakfast, Beth got to the top of the mountain. She was finally there and all of the stuff she couldn't reach before, she would have no problems with now. No one would be able to make fun of her again and she could finally be the one to look down at them. Beth searched all over for the blue rock, but she found nothing. She looked for hours, but there was nothing but piles and piles of grey rocks. Beth was tired of looking. She kicked the rocks as hard as she could and screamed out all of her anger. Why was she even doing this? She trusted a stranger with what could have taken her life. Was climbing a mountain, going through a storm, and looking for hours for the blue rock really worth it? Why did it matter if she was tall and why would she even listen to the people that made fun of her? She was realizing that what she had done was not worth it. Why didn't she think about what she was going before she did it? She should love herself for who she is and she should let nothing and no one let her think otherwise. She was regretting everything and somehow she still had to get home.
Beth pulled herself together after realizing that she's perfect and no one should get in her way. She was about halfway down the hill now. Her plan was to go home, jump up on the counter to get her pan and make herself a great dinner. It really didn't matter whether or not she could reach the pan from standing, her stomach was growling like a bear, worse than before. Everything she had done to "fix" her height was a waste of time. As she walked more and more down the hill, she came closer and closer to her house, where she knew she belonged, with her perfect height, and her perfect self.