Your hands shook as you carefully placed the gold and black lamp into your backpack and headed toward school. You couldn't believe it, a lamp that actually turned its first contact into a genie, and then forced that genie to become a slave to the next master that awakened him!
"This is insane!" you told yourself as you hurried toward school. You couldn't believe it. What if the shopkeeper was lying? And more importantly, what if he wasn't?
You knew anyone who possessed the lamp had both great power and responsibility, but you weren't sure whether you would try to use it to benefit your own ends. "If I show it to my buddy Tyler, he will become enslaved by lamp!"
You made it to school just before the homeroom bell rang. You gathered your books, carefully locked your locker, and headed toward your first class of the day.
Tyler sat next to you as the class all gathered for English. "Hey man, where were you this morning? Chess club missed you."
"Oh I ran to that old antique store down the street, I hadn't been there I was looking for some old chess pieces but I found something even cooler." You answered.
"What's that?" Tyler asked, "I hadn't been there before, I heard the owner was a little creepy and my Dad said not to talk to him, that people had disappeared after buying stuff from there."
"I know I heard the same thing, but," you quickly stopped as the row of football jocks gathered their seats, running late as usual. Brock, Chad, Chris and Craig all sat in front of you and Tyler during English class. The guys were dumber than rocks you were surprised they were even in the normal level of English 4 that you and Tyler were in. Your usual procedure was just to keep quiet and not let them even think about you, lest you feel their wrath of shame and humiliation.
Brock turned around and smirked at you. "What's up with you, loser?" he asked, looking right at you.
"Nothing, Brock," you answer. "Why don't you try actually listening to the teacher and learning a thing or two today instead of talking shit to me, huh?" you add, looking him back with such disgust since you were so tired of dealing with him.
Brock smirked, enjoying the challenge. "I'm a football god, you little faggot, I don't need no fuckin academics. I got a full ride to state and then the NFL after that. What the fuck have you done lately?"
You didn't respond. Last week he shoved you down to the track field after practice and called his buddies to toss you around the field, knocking you down as they did run and tackle practices. The week before he hopped into your car right as you were trying to leave and forced you to drive him home, all the while talking shit about how much better he was than you.
You were Brock's target and you were tired of it, but you had no way to stop him. Not yet, anyway.
Before Brock could continue, the teacher called the class and began his lesson. You tried not to say anything else to him for the rest of class, or for the rest of the day.
You finished your day in relative boredom as the usual classes wrapped up. Tyler convinced you to head to the chess team meeting so you walked with him and played a few rounds with your fellow nerds, almost completely forgetting about your lamp.
You looked down at your watch and realized it was already 7PM. "Oh shit," you said. "I gotta head home, sorry Jimmy," you directed to your chess teammate, "I'll have to draw this one for you, you were gonna beat me anyway."
"Well I'm glad you called it, Bro," Jimmy replied. "I gotta get hte hell out of here too. Mark it down as a mutual draw, we'll try again tomorrow."
You grabbed your bag noticing it heavier than usual. "Oh shit, that's right." You told yourself." What should I do about this lamp?