Strolling to my locker, I have one hand in my pocket playing with the
black orb, as I contemplate all the things I could do. As I rounded
the corner to my locker, I spotted Dan Blaise and Rico Sanchez, two of
Rasler's jerk friends. They had upended a trash can and were both
balancing on it to peer through the high window I instantly recognized
as the Girl's Restroom.
"If you two want to see in the Girl's Bathroom so badly, I wish you
were in there stark naked right now," I said to their images in the
window.
Suddenly, they were gone,but there clothing remained in two heaps
hanging off the upended trashcan. I pulled my hand out of my pocket, I
was still holding the orb.
"Done," said Nino with a grin as she appeared next to me, "Want to
see?"
"I don't want to be naked in the girl's room, but I wouldn't mind
viewing and hearing what's happening without the bathroom's occupants
knowledge."
"Ha, done!" she said snapping her fingers. The window changed into a
view screen as if there were a camera up in the corner angled down.
Six girls surrounded the two naked terrified athletes who were huddled
together on the bathroom floor. It looked so gay, and pathetic, I
couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's so funny, Trent?" demanded a nasal adult voice from down the
hall.
"I wish the window was normal again," I whispered.
"Ta-dah!" said Nino doing her best Magician's assistant performance
with both hands pointing toward the clear glass.
"Well, Trent, I waiting for an explanation?" demanded the Vice
Principal.
"Well, Mr. Montrose, I was looking at those two stacks of clothing out
there, and thinking there must be two guys running naked through the
school."
Montrose face went white, and he dashed over to look out the window.
Then he pulled out his walkie-talkie and radioed security, "Looks like
we got a couple of streakers." Then he turned to me, and said,
"Shouldn't you be getting to class, Trent."
"Yes, sir was just headed to my locker and class is right next to it."
Three minutes later, I was just sitting down at my desk as the final
tardy bell rang.
Rasler hissed at me from the neighboring desk between mine and the
window, "Hey, Trent, something's up. Security geeks are running all
over the campus."
"You don't say?" I grinned.
"Trent, you have something to add about the security activity on
campus?" questioned Miss Turkel who had mysteriously materialized
behind me. I don't know how she does that - maybe she's related to
Nino.
"Oh, before I came into class, I overheard Vice Principal Montrose say
into his walkie talkie that there were two streakers on campus."
Turkel sighed, "Is that all? Stupid kids, they'll end up in jail and
probably suspended, but it's all rather harmless compared with uh the
alternative."
"I wish you'd be more specific," I said pulling my hand out of my
pocket, but it was too late.
"There could be a lunatic with a machine gun shooting up classes, or
perhaps he's a Hannibal Lector type of serial killer torturing and
butchering your classmates as we speak. Imagine the entire football
team naked and limbless hanging from meat hooks in the locker room,
but they're still alive. The villain is..."
Well, I expected the creative writing teacher to have a vivid
imagination just not one that might have made Stephen King retch.
Still it was an entertaining hour, but the bell rang. Around the room
the students sat in rapt silence, gawking as they might at a horrible
traffic accident. I stood, and I put my hand back in my pocket,
clutched the sphere and made another wish.
"I wish you would take a break from your riveting story and give us
our assignment, as we need to get to class. You have the makings of a
great horror story, Miss Turkel, and it's only a couple weeks before
Halloween."
"Oh, thank you, Trent, I'm afraid I let my little horror story runaway
with the class hour. I hope it inspires all of you, as your
assignment due next Wednesday is to write a 1500 word story in the
Halloween spirit. It can be gruesome, scary, intriguing or funny, but
it should be original. We'll read them aloud next Wednesday, Thursday
and Friday. So make them good."
I had to do something about Dan and Rico, I wanted them pranked not
jailed or expelled. I managed to whisper my wish into my locker as I
changed books for my next class.
"I wish that Dan and Rico didn't get in trouble with the law or the
school for being naked in the girls room."
"Aw, you're such a softy. I think you'll like the way I handled this
wish!" said a 3" tall Nino from atop my Calculus textbook.
"Trent, did you get to class on time?" Montrose asked from behind me.
"Yes, a few seconds before the bell, sir," I answered closing my
locker.
"You shouldn't cut it that close. You know I was thinking you and
Rasler might want to try out for the school play."
"What school play?"
"Oh, well, you know how every year the senior class raises money for
the school gift, well apparently a group of them got together and
they're going to do SOME LIKE IT HOT."
I was non-plussed for the moment, it didn't ring a bell.
"You know SOME LIKE IT HOT. The movie with Curtis and Lemon in drag
as musicians in an-all-girl-band. Anyway, a couple of your classmates
Dan and Rico volunteered for the Curtis and Lemon roles. It was their
clothing you saw outside. Apparently, while some of the girls were
making them over for their roles, a prankster tossed their clothes
outside."
"Oh."
"You weren't the prankster, were you?"
"I swear I never touched their clothing, Mr. Montrose. In fact, you
saw me, those clothes were outside and down one floor. But if Dan and
Rico already have the parts, why do you want Rasler and me to try out?
"
"I think you'd make a good..."