Thinking quickly, Joan muttered under her breath, "I wish the wishing stone were back in my room, hiding in a spot where I'd find it as soon as I want it, and where no one else will find it at all."
Then the door opened. Mrs Miller was shaking her hear to herself, and holding her temples with one hand until she looked up. "Joan," Mrs Miller sighed. "What did I tell you about getting out of your seat? And especially in your condition."
"I'm sorry Mrs Miller, I just couldn't sit comfortably in the chair."
"And that's why you're halfway across the room? Get a cushion from the shelf in the back, and sit back down. We'll discuss your detention at 3:15."
Whew, Joan thought to herself. That did better than I thought. Since she didn't hear the wish, it must have been as if the stone were never in the room at all. So at least I won't get in more trouble for that being missing. And I guess I won't be able to get in more trouble with the stone today, but now I'll have to go through the fake delivery this afternoon. And I'm still no closer to being a guy again...
