I Was Miserable Until I Got 3 Wishes To Change My Life Around.

Chapter Four

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::Johnny::

Johnny found it quite funny how something always postponed his name revelation. He didn't know why, but he liked it better that way; in some way, he felt as though if no one knew his name, then Johnny wasn't really here and he was still home, living with his father-also ruler of the outside world. Nevertheless, he knew his time was limited and by first period, he was bound to give away his name to the teacher.

As the bell rang, Johnny made his way to the school office. He couldn't help but think about two things-or more precisely, two people. The first was Lucy Jones and the second, was Summer Elizabeth Rose. He couldn't help but chuckle at Lucy's attempt at trying to flirt and the predator look she gave him. He wondered whether she'd still feel the same way if she knew who-or more specifically, what-- Johnny really was. . . Johnny couldn't help but to acknowledge how beautiful Lucy truly was-platinum blond hair, grey eyes, and a pale and pure face. Nevertheless, Johnny wasn't interested in beauty; he had that everywhere he looked at home. Beautiful ladies always jumped on every opportunity to speak to Jonathan Adams, son of Utopia's ruler, Howard Jr. Adams. He was only interested in one thing here: his mission. Which lead his thoughts to Summer Elizabeth Rose. Johnny sensed her staring and eavesdropping when he was talking to Kyle Comrey, Lucy Jones and Austin Ellis a few minutes ago. He couldn't help but to wonder why she was so intrigued at what they were saying, but then he remembered. Lucy asked me for my name.

"Good morning. How may I help you?" The secretary looked up, her black eyes piercing Johnny's emerald ones in curiosity at the new student.

"Uh. . .I'm a new student here, and I need a schedule, books, that kind of stuff. . ." Johnny stated, his English accent sprinkling each word with charm.

"Name?" The secretary asked weakly, with a bit of difficulty. He knew that look and that tone; every girl he's ever met gave him the look and tone. They were swooning; they were in bliss just by his very presence. Humans always felt that way towards genies; they felt an undeniable attraction towards Johnny's kind that they could not explain. Females-both girls and women-felt infatuated by men like him. There was no exception; Summer, Lucy, now the secretary. He knew the tone all too well.

"Jonathan Adams," He merely stated, never leaving his gaze from her computer.

At this piece of information, the secretary vigorously typed in her computer and there she found it-his name. "There you are," said the secretary. Although, she didn't need to. Genies had a sixth sense; they felt it when humans talked or thought about them. The moment the human spoke or started thinking, they would know who was doing the thinking or the speaking and what they were thinking or saying about them. Johnny always found the sense rather useless; when and where will he be able to use it if he lived in a world where humans we're allowed to penetrate? But now that he was here, in their world, he knew it would come in handy. "Here you go," The secretary interrupted his thoughts, handing him his class schedule and all his school books. "Your locker number is 205 and its combination is 23, 15, 72."

"Thank you. Uhm, just one more thing. . ." said Johnny. "Is my locker next to Summer Elizabeth Rose's?"

"No, it isn't. Hers is 302." The secretary stated, her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity at his question.

Change my locker number to the one next to Summer's, Johnny set his mind to that thought. He then, snapped his fingers once. "On second thought. . .how about I change your locker to 301? It'll be much more convenient for you." The secretary interjected, smiling up at him, as if possessed. "And while I'm at it, let me change your schedule to a more suitable one; you'll be sharing every class, as well as lunch, with Summer Rose. I'll write a note to your first period teacher to order her to show you around the school." And with that, Johnny left the office, note, books, and schedule in hand, and made his way to his first period, a satisfied smirk etched onto his face.