Jon lowered his hand. "You're forgetting one thing, Karyn. If we don't hear the wish, then we'll think everything is normal just like everyone else." He pushed himself off the wall and raised his hands in the air. "For all we know, this whole reality is different."
Just then, someone bumped into Jon. "Hey, watch where you're standing!" the person yelled out. Then suddenly, there was a bright flash of yellow light.
A strong hand grabbed Jon's arm. "Don't be rude to him, Jon," an older female voice said. "Apologize. Now."
He looked up at the source of it, then up at the boy he'd bumped into. He frowned. For a moment there, it seemed wrong that he was towered over by the boy. But this was high school and he was only eight. "But..."
"Now, Jon," his mother said.
"Sorry,"he said, unconvincingly.
"I'm sorry," the woman said to the teenage boy who seemed oddly familiar to her. "I have a meeting about the boy's brother. Could you point the way to the office?"
"Down the hall on the right."
Jon's mother turned to head in that direction and bumped straight into Karyn. There was another bright flash of yellow light.
Karyn reached down to give the teenage girl help up. "I'm so sorry. First my son and now me," she said.
"It's all right," the girl told her.
Karyn hurried down the hall toward the office, Jon in tow,the two teenagers she'd bumped into being left behind. She turned for a moment and looked back at them. Funny, she thought. She felt old all of the sudden.But that was ridiculous. She was barely forty.
