Roughly 45 minutes later, Jon opened his locker and did the usual exchange of
books he needed for last nights homework with the books he needed for his
morning classes. What came next wasn't usual at all. Jon discretely
transported the box containing the wishing stone from his pocket to his locker, burying it under his gym clothes for good measure.
Content that it was well-hidden, Jon closed his locker door and locked it
tight, giving his combination lock a good pull just to be sure.
Jon turned around heading to his first period class when he was greeted with a
pretty rough collision that sent him to the ground. To the right of Jon was
Mr. Stanton, the 11th grade Advanced World History teacher, on the floor
surrounded by foreign coins that he had been carrying around prior to the
impact. Needless to say this caused a commotion amongst the students in the
hallway.
Jon scrambled to his feet to help. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stanton."
Mr. Stanton, less than amused with Jon, yelled at him for not watching where he was going. The two picked up all of the coins scattered across the hallway and returned them to the wooden display box.
"Do you know how long it's going to take me to reorganize all of these, young
man?"
Jon sulked, he knew that his next stop was the prinipals office.
"What a great way to start the day," mused Jon as he followed Mr. Stanton to
the office.
About two hours later, two senior boys Joe and Mark were walking down the
deserted hallway. The two were running an errand for the art teacher and taking some supplies to her car.
"So, what are you going to Brettfest as?" Mark readjusted his grip on the
stack of art books he was carrying.
"Nothing. I ain't wasting my time getting a costume together so that I can be
the only guy there dressed up like a dork. I mean, the only reason
it's a costume party is to lure all of the girls at school into wearing those
slutty Halloween costumes or cosplay outfits. Chicks are the only ones that
still look good in costumes after the age of twelve," responded Joe, hauling
around the art class projector on a cart. He kept an eye on the swervy wheels
at the bottom of the cart, they were prone to getting crossed and caught up
causing the cart to be toppled over if the pusher wasn't careful.
"Hey, look at this," said Joe. He bent over and picked a strange looking coin
lying on the floor. In reality it was an Arabian coin from the mid-1800's, but to Joe's undiscerning eyes it was completely undiscernable and might as well have been from mars. "Have you ever seen a coin like this?"
"No," replied Mark, taking the coin from Joe's hand. "It looks like some prop
from a Harry Potter movie or something."
Joe grabbed the coin back. "It's not some souveir or replica, it's made out
of real metal and it genuinely looks old."
"Alright then, maybe it's a real magic coin... like in one of those storybooks
we read as a kid."
"Are you shitting me? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Well, why not try it out?"
"Try it out, how?"
"I don't know," shrugged Mark. "Try making a wish with it or something."
Unbeknownst to the two boys the coin they had wasn't magical but the stone in
Jon's locker a few feet away was and since it was the proximity stone it would
grant their wishes.
"Alright, I wish that all of the lockers in this hallway were orange."
The proximity stone glowed inside of Jon's locker, sending out a wave of magic
that caused Joe and Mark to involuntarily close their eyes.
Joe opened his eyes to see that Mark and himself were surrounded by walls of
orange on both ends. The rows of lockers were now a bright shade of cornea
burning orange.
"Holy shit," muttered Mark. "That coin really is magic."
Joe looked at the coin in his hand with a pondering look on his face. He
boldly closed his hand around the coin and said, "I wish that I knew how many
wishes I can have granted by this thing again." Once again the stone in Jon's
locker lit up once more, granting the wish by taking the meaning of "thing" to
be the proximity stone itself.
"As many as I want. Something just said it in my mind," said Joe, not knowing
that this was under the condition that he was within 20 feet of the proximity
stone in Jon's locker, that there were limits to the wishes being granted and
that the coin in his hand wasn't even granting them.
"Make another wish," coached Mark, "Something alot bigger then changing locker colors. If we don't like how it turns out we can always undo it with another wish later."
"Alright, I think you'll like this one...," began Joe.
