Jon found himself in his classroom. The school hadn't burned down. The teacher, Mrs. Glausgoode walked by, collecting papers.
"Jon, do you have your report?"
Jon gulped, "What report?"
"Your 5000 word report on the Ancient Mesopotamians. It was due today."
Jon looked thorugh his binder. "I guess... I don't have it done."
The teacher sighed. "Tsk, tsk, Jon... usually you're so much more responsible than that. You've never handed in an assignment late, and you've never missed a day of school. I'll go easy on you. You can give it to me tomorrow and I won't deduct any marks."
Jon breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away. Except now he had a report to write before tomorrow. He thought about getting the stone to write it for him, but decided it would be a bad idea... he needed to be responsible... especially because he had wished it himself. Plus, from his recent experience, he found the stone to be a little bitchy.
Still, he had the stone, didn't know much about Mesopotamia, and didn't have much time to write the report... he had to do something.
