"Sarah, put that down," Jon demanded. "You have no idea how dangerous it is."
"It's not dangerous in my hands," she said. "I've already put it to good use."
"You've already wished for something?" Jon asked, worried about what she might have wished for.
"Yes. And I'll keep on using my stone however I want."
"It's my stone," Jon corrected her.
"Not anymore. I wish I was back at my house. Toodles," she said, waving and smiling. The stone glowed and Sarah disappeared along with the stone.
"Damn it!" Jon yelled.
Jay turned back around and looked at Kyla. No, he stared at Kyla. After only a few seconds, he began to annoy her.
She slammed down her book, catching other people's attentions, and snapped "What?"
He smiled, still staring at her. "You look nice today."
"Uh ... thanks. I think."
He sniffed the air. "And you smell nice too."
"Uh, Jay? Are you okay?"
"I just can't stop thinking about you, Kyla."
Then suddenly she got it. He overheard her wish and he was making fun of her.
"Stop making fun of me."
Jay looked hurt. "I would never make fun of you." Then he looked at her, dreamily. "I think I love you, Kyla."
"You ... do?" Kyla asked, stunned.
