Jon set his heavy backpack down on the desk. It creaked under the weight.
"Urgh! How is it legal for teachers to assign this much homework?? I can't believe it." John flopped down on the bed. It probably wasn't bad homework, getting started was really the hard part. But that would take at least another 15 minutes of complaining before he could crack open a book.
Underneath his head, he could feel the rocky lump that was the wishing stone that he had so carefully hidden away. It could be the answer to his problem! He slid a hand under the pillow and pulled out the stone, then he opened his backpack. He pulled out the book for his least favorite class, the one he was dreading the most. Time to make everything better.
"I wish that instead of taking this class at High School I..."
Suddenly, from the bottom of the stairs, his mother called up. "Jon, I'm making your after school hamburger. Do you want me to put tater tots on it?"
Yeah, tot it!" Jon yelled back.
The wishing stone flared, and Jon realized his mistake.
The very literal Stone had just confirmed a wish that he taught a class at the high school.
