Mikey felt ill. One of the side effects of having a bitchy teenager acting like she was your mom was that she didn't want to make dinner, and had ordered in pizza. That was the only good thing so far.
His wish had been that the person wearing the clothes would change, but that didn't seem to be happening. Instead, he'd watched as things around the person changed. He blamed himself. His words hadn't been specific enough. All those stories of people making bad wishes must be true.
His hair was completely blond now, and the pictures around the house reflected that, and his mom in them had been completely replaced by Sarah. He hadn't seen much of Zoe...what he had seen that she was a blond goth now.
More changes kept coming. He'd gone into the bathroom to discover that it had been redecorated in pink. He'd bumped into a table in the living room that hadn't been there a moment before.
He needed to find Jon. Jon...who was probably at Sarah's house...wherever that was.
