"Jon, you have to come and see this! Sarah has your wishing rock!"
"But my rock is right here," Jon showed the stone in his hand to Karyn. She looked perplexed.
"But I just saw her with it. I followed her into the girl's washroom and heard her make a wish from one of the stalls. She made the teachers younger than everyone else."
"I know," I replied, "but there's no way she could've gotten the rock without breaking into my locker."
"Then what's going on?"
"Sarah," I said, "must have a wishing rock of her own!"
"But how?"
"I don't know. But we have to stop her!"
"Yeah," Karyn agreed. "I think she went back to her class. English isn't it? With Mrs Richards."
"I think so," I rpelied, clutching the stone closely to my chest. "Come on! Let's see what she's doing!"
