After his mother walked away, Jon clutched the stone. "I wish I fully dressed and ready and was at school and that everyone would think that I wasn't tardy." He'd try to figure out what went wrong with the stone later. Right now, getting to school was his top priority.
The stone glowed and everything around him blurred and then refocused. He was in his first period class, just where he should have been at that time.
When his class was over (about a half hour later), he sought out Karyn in the hall.
"Karyn," Jon said, approaching her.
"Jon, where were you? I waited for you, but you never showed up."
"What are you talking about? Don't you remember being at my house and writing out all those wishes?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jon. The last time I was at your house was before I went on vacation with my parents."
Now Jon was confused. Did he just imagine wishing for it to be Saturday? He was sure that he made that wish. It all seemed so real.
"Jon, are you okay? You seem worried about something," Karyn said.
"I am. Either there's something wrong with me or there's something wrong with the stone," he said, taking it out of his pocket.
