"I think I'll be kind," Sarah said, with a big smile. "The first person will be me." She laughed, as she thought of her first wish. "I wish that Jon would be infatuated with me and would want to please me and do anything I say."
Downstairs in the kitchen, Jon was getting something to drink for Sarah. Why was she even there? Yes, she said she needed help for history class. But they've had tough tests for history all year. Why did she pick now to get help from him?
Suddenly, all anger and confusion towards Sarah's motives vanished. He smiled as he poured his sweet Sarah a drink. He hoped that she liked it. He wanted to please her as much as possible.
Once it was poured, he slowly made his way back upstairs. He didn't want to spill it. He wanted it to be just perfect when he gave it to his lovely Sarah.
He walked into his bedroom and smiled when he saw her. The fact that she was holding the wishing stone didn't phase him. He was too infatuated with her to worry about what she would do with it.
