I opened the door, stepping into my bedroom. Jeanie followed, still hanging onto my hand.
Going to the sock drawer, I pulled it open. The socks lay in lumps on the chestnut colored wood. I searched through them, running my fingers between them, feeling the smooth bottom of the drawer. The search became more frantic, and I pulled the drawer out entirely, tipping it over and pouring the contents out onto the floor.
But there was no sign of the lamp.
"I'm a moron." I said, dead serious. "I'm a fart-eating moron."
"What are you looking for?"
"Your lamp! Your flipping-dipping lamp." I moaned the last part, putting my head in my hands.
Her angular face paled. "You lost it."
"Yes." I said. "I put it in a stupid place and somebody took it."
"You put it in your sock drawer?"
"Yes."
"I can't believe this." She said. "Actually, I can, I'm just really really disappointed in you."
I flinched. "Let's go check with Kate." I took a deep breath. "Maybe she hid it somewhere better."
We crumbled down the stairs, hurrying into the kitchen.
"Kate?" I called out. "Kate!"
"I'll check her room." Jeanie told me flatly.
"Right." I strode through the hall into the living room, then stopped.
Chaos. A broken lamp, the shards scattered across the floor. The rug crumpled and bunched from scrabbling feet. Streaks of blood on the floor.
I swallowed.
This had not gone as I planned. This was not good. This was bad. This was very bad-- this was--
"AAAAAAAAAGGH!" It was my voice yelling.
Jeanie jumped in from the other room, eyes widening.
I was going to get those people. I was going to get my sister back. And whatever stood in my way was going to be obliterated.
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Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!
FantasiAbel is a daydreamer. Things that will never happen, the impossible, are planned neatly in his head, while the possible is left up to chance. However, the impossible becomes possible when Able finds a magic oil-lamp in his grandparent's basement la...
