Jon sat on the couch confused. He had the power to do anything he wanted, but he didn't know what to want. He needed to talk to someone about this, to try and reason out all the crazy thought in his head, but the two people he could talk to weren't available, his Mom because she was a ten year old over at Karyn's house, and Karyn because she was a sex toy lying on his bed, which is was started his crisis.
He looked at the rock again. In his hand was the power of a god and all the trouble that came with it. He reached back to throw the rock away, but stopped, knowing that he'ld only chase after it. As terrifying as the rock was, the idea of it being in someoneelse's hand was more so, but that didn't relieve Jon of his problems.
"I just wish I had someone I could talk to."
The rock heard a wish. It complied.
