In a tiny town 864.27 miles west of New York City, there lived the Faulkis family comprised of a mother and her twelve daughters. This tiny town named Chatachoccie was the smallest town in North America. Chatachoccie had exactly 26 residents and half of which were the Faulkis family. Now a terrible disease ravaged the tiny town, killing most of the residents. When the mother grew ill of the disease, she called upon her twelve daughters, "My daughters, you must go to New York City and bring back a doctor to cure me of this disease or else I will die."

The youngest of the twelve, named Isabella, had a very rare but serious skin condition. Isabella was allergic to the sun. She could only go out of the house during the night and slept during the day. Even so, she was the pride and joy of her mother and was favored tremendously over the other sisters, all of whom were quite jealous of Isabella. Doubtful, Isabella questioned her mother, "How will I be able to travel, being allergic to the sun?"

"You all must stick together and travel at night. I need all of you girls to go to find the doctor soon; I am getting worse."

So the twelve daughters set out at night, stuffed in the only car in town- a beat up rag top. Isabella and her eleven sisters drove during the night and slept in cheap motels during the day. After a couple days of this routine, the eleven sisters plotted amongst themselves. "Isabella is a nuisance; all she does is slow us down. We should leave her and go off on our own. Besides, now we can start living our lives and won’t have to go back to that stupid little town."

The next day, when Isabella was asleep, they left her some money and set off together to find a life for themselves. While on the road, the oldest named Mary fell asleep at the wheel and they drove off a cliff and all died.

Meanwhile, Isabella woke up to an empty motel room with some money lying next to her. "What will I do? What will I do?" she cried. "All of my sisters have left me with no car and little money." With no other choice, Isabella set off down the road. For three days, she walked during the night and slept in cheap motels during the day.

On the fourth night, Isabella came across a homeless man on the road. His clothes were to the point of rags with the exception of a brand new green top hat that fit smartly on his head. He was pushing a cart practically overflowing with odds and ends and had an overall weary look about him, except for his eyes. They were brilliant blue and sparkled as he spotted Isabella. "Now what is a young girl doing walking by herself at night?" he asked.

"Well it is sort of an interesting story" said Isabella and proceeded in telling the hobo how her and her sisters were on their way to New York and they left her and why she was traveling at night. "And now I am almost out of money and I am hopelessly lost!" And with that she started to cry.

The hobo comforted her while she controlled herself. "I am really sorry." Isabella sniffled. "I am telling my woes to a complete stranger and I have no idea why."

"I think I have something that can help you." said the rather dirty hobo and protruded from his overflowing cart a shabby typewriter and clicker trainers use to train dogs. He pushed them happily in her hands and warned her, "What ever you do in your life, don’t try to change the past, or else you’ll ruin many lives including your own!"

"This guy is really mad" she thought as she looked dumbfounded at the items he had shoved into her arms. Seeing as her mother taught her to always be polite, Isabella turned around to thank the hobo, but he had vanished. Isabella put it out of her mind because it was almost dawn and checked in to an especially dilapidated motel using the last of her money. Opening the door to her room she looked around at the dirty floor and spotted two rats scuttling into the hole in the wall. It smelled of must and stale cigarettes, but Isabella was too exhausted to care. She collapsed on the moth eaten bed, but she could not sleep. She worried about her mother and her sisters were and the money and what she was going to do. "How am I going to help my mother with no money?" In the middle of despair, Isabella thought of the hobo and the typewriter and clicker. "That man was seriously wrong in the head. How in the hell is this crap going to better my situation?" she thought bitterly and sitting there in her misery, she became slightly mad and thought seriously about setting the typewriter and clicker and the entire motel on fire.

Having that out of her system, she set the typewriter in front of her and examined it. It was rather old looking, and had many dents and a thick layer of dust occupying the crevasses. "What a piece of junk!" she thought as she noticed a rat scuttle across the floor. Isabella looked at the rat, which was happily munching a piece of crust it found, and then looked back at the typewriter. Chuckling to herself, she typed, "I wish this rat would vanish." And with a pop, the rat disappeared right before her eyes. Isabella jumped back as the typewriter crashed on the floor. "OK calm down Isabella." she said as she controlled her breathing. "It must have just crawled away without me noticing." But doubt was filling her mind and curiosity got the better of her.

Realizing that she was starving, she crept towards the typewriter and picking it up as though it was rattlesnake, Isabella set it in front of her once more. She cautiously typed, "I wish I had a gourmet steak dinner." Popping right out of thin air appeared a beautiful table with lit candles and glass dishes. On those dishes was the biggest steak Isabella had ever seen complete with baked potatoes, corn on the cob, tossed salad, and a bottle of wine. Looking suspiciously at the table, hunger prevailed and Isabella guzzled down the most wonderful meal she ever had in her life.

Chewing the last of the food, she remembered the clicker. Her eyes traveled to the harmless object lying on the dresser. Isabella got up slowly from the table and made her way to the clicker. Rolling it around in her hands she pondered the possibilities. "There is only one way to find out." she thought and with her eyes squeezed shut, she clicked.

Five seconds passed and Isabella cautiously opened one eye and looked around. The same shabby room greeted her stare. She clicked it again. Nothing happened. She clicked again and still nothing. "Well at least it doesn’t destroy the world or something." she thought as she sat down. But soon she got frustrated and thought angrily, "Why did he give it to me if it doesn’t do something?" And then, she started clicking it furiously. Still nothing. But as she was clicking a fly on the counter caught her attention. It was acting really strange like it was having a seizure. As Isabella slowed her clicking, the fly kept stopping like someone was turning a switch on and off. Looking at the fly and the clicker, Isabella stopped clicking. The fly was frozen in mid air. Dumbfounded, Isabella clicked it again and the fly came back to life. Isabella did this a couple more times with the same results. Isabella went out into the lobby where various people were gathered. Click. Everyone froze on the spot. Isabella walked the frozen statues in amazement. She returned to her spot and clicked the clicker again. The people sprang to life and returned to their tasks. Isabella walked slowly up to her room and shut the door.

After thinking for 10 minutes, Isabella sat down in front of the typewriter. "What do I want the most?" Then she typed, "I wish I was cured of my skin disease." Isabella sat there a moment and debated if it worked. "There is only one way to find out." she decided and went downstairs to the door. Taking a deep breath, she stepped outside in the flooding daylight. As soon as the sun hit her skin, she let out a sigh of relief. "It works! It really works!" she exclaimed. "I have a magic typewriter and clicker!"

After spending the day in the sun and being thoroughly sun burnt, Isabella got down to business. She typed, "I wish the best doctor in the world will come and cure my mother." Sure enough she got a letter from her mother a week later telling her that she was cured by a wonderful doctor.

Next on her list was money, of course. Isabella wished for $10,000,000 and bought a house and necessities and bought a new house for her mother.

"I wonder where my sisters went off to." she said one day to herself. So she sat down and typed, "I wish all my sisters would appear at my door step." Isabella ran to open her door, but all that was there were eleven piles of bones. Heartbroken, Isabella sat in front of her typewriter and was about to bring her sisters back when she remembered the warning of the poor salesperson, "What ever you do in your life, don’t try to change the past, or else you’ll ruin many lives including your own!"

"He’s right." she thought. I can’t change the past, but I can help to make the future better. So, upon deciding this, Isabella set off to tour the world, helping people along the way.

Her first stop was to Washington to see the famous Mount St. Helens volcano. Isabella never saw a volcano before, and thought it might as well be her first stop on her journey. But, as soon as she arrived, she knew something was terribly wrong. Scientists were swarming the place and everyone was frantic.

She stopped a rather frightened scientist and asked what was going on. "You mean you haven’t heard?" said the baffled scientist. "In exactly 2 minutes Mount St. Helens is going to erupt and we are all going to die!" he exclaimed and then ran off screaming and waving his arms frantically as many other people were doing the same.

You see, Mount St. Helen erupts every 10 billion years, but scientists have detected a change in this pattern and calculated that the volcano will erupt in 2 min. Once Mount St. Helens erupts, the gases will block out the sun for 4 years and the entire North American continent will be covered in up to 3 feet of ash.

Isabella wasted no time. Out of her pocket, she protruded the clicker and clicked it once. Everyone froze with hands still in the air. She sat herself down right in the middle of the road and typed, "I wish Mount St. Helens would become inactive for the rest of eternity." As soon as the last letter snapped across the page, Isabella got up and clicked the clicker. Everyone commenced their screaming while Mount St. Helens, which had been smoking enthusiastically for the past 7 days, suddenly stopped with a loud belch. Everyone stopped their screaming and arm waving and looked dumbfounded at the volcano while Isabella promptly walked off.

Headlines in the next day’s paper included the words, "Miracle", "Unbelievable" and, "A gift from God." But the only person who knew the truth was Isabella. She decided from the beginning that no one was to know about the magical typewriter and clicker and that Isabella was responsible for these miracles. "Besides, the publicity would probably corrupt me." she thought. Isabella vowed a life of service to others and in return told no one of her gifts.

Fifty-eight years went by and the world was at peace. For fifty-eight years there had been no wars or natural disasters. Crime was down to an all time low and jobs were plentiful. Isabella had been very busy saving the world. She had done everything from helping an old woman find her car to saving the Sultan of Kajmaha’ s son from a terrible disease tos saving New York City from a freak earthquake. Isabella had done so much, but she was tired. She had become an old woman and her time on Earth was almost up. Isabella decided not to use the typewriter on herself deciding that she wanted a natural life. Actually ever since she first found the typewriter, Isabella never used to typewriter to advance or help herself in any way. She though it better that way.

So, when she felt her time coming, she destroyed the typewriter and clicker, so as not to let it fall into the wrong hands. Isabella then lay down and passed with the sun on her face and a smile on her lips. To this day, no one can explain why there were those fifty- eight years of peace and prosperity on Earth. Society had decided that there was an angel among them. Indeed, there was.