Saturday had just started and it was already a bore. The past year has been an endless cycle of boring. I do the same things, with the same people, in the same places.
"Belle come down for breakfast." My father yelled from the kitchen. I hoped out of bed throwing on a comfy pair of leggings and a plain beige t shirt. Jogging down the stairs I entered the kitchen and sat in a chair across from my dad and older sister. I stacked my plate with pancakes and hash browns eyeing my sister's necklace that was most definitely mine. I would keep the peace for now as even fighting with her was getting boring.
The house phone rang "Why hello Ms. Wellington." I choked on my pancakes. My eyes be lined towards my sister Harper just as she began to glare at me. Her head moved side to side telling me no and her eyes were in slits warning me not to try and bail.
Ms. Wellington was on our mind the moment those words left our mothers mouth. She was an old woman who lived a few streets down from us. She didn't have any family and often needed someone to help her out with things. My parents of course volunteered us. Which wouldn't be such a big problem if the old hag had a soul. Ms. Wellington was vile toward us not to mention how she insulted people within words that seem kind. Harper hadn't helped the old woman out in weeks as she always had some excuse.
There was no way I was going to once again be subjected to the old ladies scrutiny. I sprinted out the kitchen and out the house yelling behind me, "going on a run." I could hear the shout of annoyance coming from Harper as I left.
I ran down the sidewalk, barefoot I might add. I found myself on the beach and took a stroll looking at the view. We lived in a small beach town and our house was barley a block from the sea. It was a bit chilly out and the clouds looked to be rolling in.
From behind me I started to hear some rustling. I heard the sound of barks and turned around already knowing what to expect. Ghost and Honey the two vicious stray dogs that wonder the neighborhood. Well they're known to be extremely sweet, that is to everyone but me.
I'm always caught victim to their anger why? I have no idea. I assume they sense I'm an easy target. No matter how many times I call animal control they're always left be, which is not great for my safety. I booked it closer toward the water hoping it'll entice them to leave me be.
When I looked back to see them chasing a squirrel instead I sighed in relief, I was safe for now. With my attention focused else where my foot caught something and I ended up tripping and fell face first into the sand.
"Ugh what the heck." I said spitting out sand from my mouth. My big toe was throbbing and my eyes danced around looking for what made me fall. Then I spotted a glare in the sand. I crawled over and picked up what looked like a lamp. Why is there a lamp in the sand...at the beach, as if that ever happens. "This is giving Disney movie and I'm not sure I like it." I rolled my eyes moving to sit cris cross with the lamp still in my hands.
I inspected it curious to see if it was worth anything. It looked a lot like a genie lamp from a kids movie. It was gold with an intricate green glass pane kind of like a mosaic. Then I sneezed and it slipped from my hands falling into the sand. An orange fog erupted from the spout of the lamp. The fog engulfed a figure that now stood before me.
"Wow." I mumbled as a tall guy came out from the fog. He was very good looking with overgrown and messy strawberry blonde hair. The boy was extremely tone and buff standing at around 6 feet. His eyes were a bright grass green.
I wanted to assume I hit my head when I fell and this wasn't actually real. I sat gawking at him in disbelief. I felt like I was going crazy and at any minute would wake up in a hospital bed. Logically I knew this wasn't possible but I was seeing it with my own eyes.
We silently stared at each-other for a few minutes before he cleared his throat. If this was a dream I might as well explore it. I stood up and looked at him a little longer.
I started to get over my initial shock. I took notice to the outfit he was wearing. Long purple flowy pants with fancy black shoes. He didn't even have a shirt just a really ugly purple vest, but his hat was super nice. I couldn't contain myself and chuckled at his outfit.
"What?" He said looking around for a second, "What's so funny?" The guy from the lamp looked utterly confused.
"Your outfit is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. I mean no offense the face and the abs makes it all better, but still you know." I gave him a once over lingering at his chest a little too long.
He rolled his beautiful green eyes. "Anyway." He muttered looking slightly annoyed. "I am the genie from that lamp and am now in your service, master." Before I could say a word he spoke again. "You have exactly four wishes." My face brightened and my smile widened. This is the most weird and interesting thing to happen to me since my sister pushed me onto a baseball field during a game. I crash landed on a player and broke his arm, I honestly thought he'd just catch me.
Looking up at the genie I noticed his bored expression clear from any happiness or excitement. He must do this a lot. "I have rules. First rule is absolutely no wishing for more wishes."
I have thought of this moment more times than I could recollect. But if this was a dream I'd be getting infinite wishes so the possibility this was real was starting to set. Before he could start again I said, "Wait can I wish that I could wish for more wishes?" I raised my right eyebrow.
"What? No that's wishing for more wishes." He said surprised. I guess he never got this question before.
"Um no it's not! Totally different genie. I'm asking to wish that I could wish for more not wishing for more directly." I said slightly confusing myself with this explanation.
"You can't wish for more it disobeys the rules." He said in a end of conversation tone.
"Oh my gosh no it doesn't I just don't underst-" I was rudely cut off from finishing my statement.
"Look it's not happening got it." He snapped at me. I backed off putting my hands up in surrender.
"Okay, okay don't bite my head off you're not as nice as the genies in the movies." I mumbled looking up at him grinning up at his towering figure. "You were saying."
"There will be no wishing for more wishes." He repeated again making me roll my eyes. "I can't make anyone fall in love with you." He looked at me pointedly, as if I would ever. "No bringing back the dead or killing anyone. And no changing of the past, present or future. Got it." I shook my head yes a few times.
"Good." He said, "You can wish now if you please." His sudden kindness was obviously fake.
"What to wish for. Maybe a unicorn." I grinned to myself walking back and forth. "To be a vampire that'd be so cool I can go total Salvatore." All of a sudden I shut my mouth as fast as humanly possible. "Omg I've seen a few movies and what not, whatever I say can be used as a wish." Once again he rolled his eyes at me.
"No not really you have to say I wish... so on so fourth." He looked at me like I was stupid. Which I can be at times but he doesn't know that yet.
"I need to think about this." I said my chin resting on my fist as I looked at genie.
"Well I can return whenever you please." He started to turn as if going back into the lamp.
I couldn't let him leave just yet "Before you leave I have to ask. You look very human is there a reason for that." His back was to me but I could feel the annoyance.
"Call me when you are ready." And just like that he disappeared not even answering my question. I had been begging for something exciting to happen to me and it looks like it just came knocking me down. Picking up the lamp I began walking home.
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Authors notes:
Wooooo! First chapter done! Thoughts? Comments? I'll be updating every other week! (Every week if I can)
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