Jon rubbed his eyes as he sat up groggily. Another boring day, he thought to himself as he silenced his blaring alarm clock. That was when his eyes came into focus on the object sitting on the nightstand.
Jon's grogginess all but disappeared once he recognized the stone. Having access to all that power had seemed like a dream. It was a good thing he'd given it to Eric and Keith to test it. Wait... Jon remembered giving the stone to Eric and Keith yesterday, but here it was sitting on the table next to his bed. How did it get back to him? Had they wished it back here?
Jon reached for the rock, figuring a wish would obviously give him the answers. Unfortunately, he missed. Jon looked at his hand, then at the stone. Must be more tired than I thought, trying to shake the sleep from his head and reaching again for the stone. Again, his hand missed the stone by just a couple of inches. What was going on? Slowly, and concentrating very hard, Jon reached for the stone again. As he got closer to the stone, he felt something push his hand away. It was as though the stone and his hand were magnets repelling one another. No matter what he tried, he couldn't touch the stone, or even move it when he shook the table.
He was going to have to get to the bottom of this, and Eric and Keith were the last ones to see the stone. Unfortunately, it was a school day. It would have to wait. At least the stone won't be causing any problems, he thought as he threw on some clothes and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning sweetie," his mom said as she poured some coffee into a travel mug. She was already dressed for work, in a grey skirt suit and lavender blouse with stylish stiletto pumps. Her makeup was noticeable but tasteful. She'd always been a bit of a fashionista, not that Jon had ever really noticed much.
"Morning mom," Jon said as he grabbed a pop-tart from the pantry.
"Have you taken a shower yet?" Jon shrugged and his mother frowned, "School starts soon, are you going to be ready in time?"
"Mom, it takes me like two minutes to shower," Jon said, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.
His mom shook her head, "I don't know how you do it. Sometimes I wish you'd get up a little earlier and put some effort into your appearance, like us."
Jon was about to ask what exactly she meant by "like us," when he heard footsteps clicking on the wooden floor of the hallway. Jon gaped at the sight of his father as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed identically to Jon's mom: pencil skirt, blouse, blazer, heels. Even the makeup and earrings matched.
"Morning sweetie," his father said as he poured some coffee into a travel mug. Jon just stared. "What's wrong, hon?" his dad asked.
Then his sister Zoe entered the room, dressed identically to her parents. She smiled at Jon, which she hadn't done in months. "Morning sweetie," she said while pouring coffee into a travel mug identical to her parents'. Jon blinked. Zoe looked at her parents. "Is he okay?" she asked.
"I don't know," her mom said, starting to look worried.
"Honey, are you feeling alright?" Zoe asked with motherly concern. She felt Jon's forehead. "You don't have a fever. Jon, what's going on?"
Jon was overwhelmed by what was happening. He suddenly felt dizzy, and passed out.
