Teleportation didn't seem to work with the stone. Jon figured he could only teleport within the stone's range, and once he got out of the city limits he wouldn't know where to wish to be. Or he could wish a certain distance, but that might land him over a ravine, or inside a mountain. No, Jon would have to go the old-fashioned way.
"I wish I had a plane ticket for New York City."
Well, sort of the old-fashioned way.
Jon was heading down the stairs and about ready to head out the door and wish himself a driver's license when his mother called out to him from the kitchen.
"Jonathan Malachi Gibson, where do you think you're going?"
Jon stopped, turned to his mother, and motioned towards the front door with his head. "Out."
"Out? For how long?" This was a tone that Jon knew not to mess with.
He shrugged. "A bit?"
"Not so long that you're going to miss your sister's concert, I hope." This was not a suggestion.
"I..." Jon looked to his jacket pocket, where he had placed his plane ticket, boarding scheduled for two hours later. "I guess I'll stay home so we can all go together." Jon slumped his shoulders and retreated to the living room.
Geez, it wasn't even like she was performing solo. Probably every girl in school was going to be sharing a stage tonight.
