"Jon, Zoe, Mikey, wake up. You've got to get ready for school!" This was the first thing Jon heard as he found himself coming back to consciousness after a surprisingly good nights sleep. He kept his eyes closed a moment longer, listening to his mother's footsteps as she walked back downstairs.
He finally decided to get up and get ready for the day. He sat up on his bed, and paused. Somehow, he felt off...not sick. His body just felt different. He opened his eyes and was shocked with what he saw when he did.
The black painted walls were a far cry from the white that he was used to seeing. The shades were closed, something Jon himself rarely did. He preferred to allow the sun to awaken him on the morning when he didn't need to rush out to school. He looked over and saw a bookshelf that contained various poetry books, as well as quite a few dealing with the occult. There was no doubt about it, he was in his sister Zoe's room.
He was about to march into the hallway and back into his room when he noticed the long, black hair that was hanging in front of his eyes. He paused for a moment, before leaping off the bed and running over to the full length mirror that was located in one of the corners of the room.
The sight in the mirror wasn't particularly shocking, given what he had already suspected, but it was far from what he had hoped to see. There was no doubt that the reflection was that of his sister. She was wearing a black t shirt and pajama pants with skulls all over them, the exact same things he had seen her wearing the night before.
"How could this happen..." he asked himself, almost gasping as he heard his sisters voice instead of his own. It was then that he remembered his wish from the day before.
"This is your idea of something interesting, huh?" Jon said, bitterly. "Wish I had someone to blame other than myself."
Jon was ripped from his examination of the situation as he heard a door open and slam closed. He walked over to Zoe's bedroom door and opened it, peaking into the hallway, where he saw his younger brother Mikey heading for the stairs. "Morning Zoe." Mikey said as he began his descent.
"Morning, Mikey." Jon said, watching his brother head down. His eyes were drawn to the right, where the door to his bedroom was. The room that had been his for as long as he could remember. He was sure that he could hear movement inside. The only question was, who exactly was in there.
It must be Zoe. Jon thought. The stone switched our bodies. That's got to fulfill the wish for something interesting.
Jon's thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, and he was greeted with the sight of...himself. His body seemed completely calm, and normal.
"Morning, Zo." his body said. "You better hurry up, or you're not gonna have time to eat anything."
Jon watched in awe as his body began to head downstairs, no doubt going to the kitchen to get something to eat. He also noticed the way his body's hand hovered over his pocket, like he was checking to make sure he still had something...
"My body is acting just like me..." Jon whispered. "And must have the stone." He turned and walked back into his sister's room, closing the door after him. Somehow, he had taken his sister's place, and his body was acting completely normal.
But...was he actually Jon. It was possible that the stone had just caused Zoe to think that she was Jon. If that was the case, then...
"No. No way. I know who I am, and I'm going to be able to fix this, I just need to get the stone..." Jon said, trailing off. He walked over to the window and glanced out, seeing his body walking toward the sidewalk, holding some pop-tarts.
Jon knew his body had the stone, and was headed to school. That meant that if he wanted to get the stone back, he would need to head to school as well.
He turned and looked toward the mirror again, looking at the image of his sister, and sighed. "It's gonna be a long day..."
