And just before Jon thought he was dead meat for sure, the front door opened.
"What's all the racket about?" It was Zoe.
Jon pushed his way in, then slammed the door behind him, before making a mad dash up the stairs. Along the way, he yelled back to his sister. "Whatever you do, don't open that door!"
"Why? What's going on?" she asked.
"Just don't let anyone in!"
She shrugged, then locked the door. A moment later, she was startled by a loud thump outside. Then she heard a banging sound, like someone was kicking the door. "Get out here, you twerp!" It was a boy's voice, but it was so muffled by the door that she couldn't quite place it. Whoever it was, though, was really really angry.
Jon rushed into his bedroom and found the stone in its hiding spot. He sighed with relief, then quickly made a wish.
"I wish ..."
