A little bit of this and a little bit of that.

“What’s done?” You ask.

“You wished that you could wish with your mind and that your wishes would always turn out how you want them too. So now they will,” the genie smiles.

“I always thought genies warped wishes to suit them and leave their master in duress,” you question.

“Like I said, you mortals are never specific enough about what you want your wish to be. We don’t decide the outcome. Our magic gives you exactly what you asked for. Just not what you wished for. Does that make sense?” She asks.

“I feel like you should be better at exposition at this point. Aren’t genies ancient, ageless, deities?” you remark.

“I thought mortals read plenty of fantasy. Shouldn’t you already know the rules?” She replies.

“You’re being very snarky to someone who just saved your life,” you remind.

“That’s one of the few freedoms I get as a genie. I can freely say whatever I want. A genie's life is never their own. We’re constantly switching masters. Each with their own goals and ambitions. The reason I left the last one is because he kept abusing me because I couldn’t preform the wishes he requested,” she elaborates.

“So there are limitations?” You ask.

“A few. I can’t alter free will, I can’t reverse the laws of reality, and I can’t undo a wish that someone else has made,” she explains.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay. Well first I wish we were off the roof.” The three of you appear on the ground in front of your house. “I wish this guy forgot everything that happened.” The thug groans. “Then, I wish he was in a holding cell in the local police station.” The thug vanishes. “Great. Let’s go inside,” you say and walk toward you door. You turn the nob before sighing. You then smile and turn the nob again and open the door.

“You used a wish to unlock your door rather than pull your keys out of your pocket?” She asks.

“This is faster,” you reply.

“What’s faster dear?” Your mother asks from the other room. You panic. She wasn’t supposed to be home. Crap. You look at the doorway to the living room that your sure your mother is coming down the hall of. I wish that my parents can’t see or hear you. You wish in a frenzied hurry. “Did you forget something? You better hurry or you’re gonna be late dear,” you mother kindly but firmly stats.

“Um yeah. I forgot an assignment on my desk. I just need to grab it real quick. What are you still doing home?” You ask trying to remain casual.

“The office is closed for the week because of the repairs needed to the electrical system after the storm the other day,” she informs.

“Oh yeah. My last master wished to put the power out at a bank. A storm ended up striking a power line that fried a third of the cities electrical systems. That’s what I’m talking about when I say phrase your wishes properly. Well, I guess you don’t have you worry about that anymore. Congrats, best wish for the century,” the genie mocks.

You roll your eyes before heading upstairs. “Please hurry,” your mother shouts up at you. You open your door and flop on your bed. You put your hands behind your head and close your eyes. The genie takes a seat in your desk chair.

“So...” she drags out the word to show she’s getting a bit restless.

“I’m thinking,” you reply.

“Oh boy! I can’t wait to find out what your next wish is,” she says cheerfully before putting her head in her hands and resting her elbows on her knees with a sour face.

“I can’t wait until you stop acting so bratty,” you say with the same fake cheerfulness.

“What dear?” You mother calls.

“Nothing! I wish my room was sound proof,” you state dryly.

“All the better to hide the sounds of your fapping at night,” the genie claps before fake gagging.

“You know what?” You say sitting up.

“What?” She answers uninterested.

“Why don’t you just get in my closet,” you say with a scowl.

“Is that where I’m gonna be staying? Oh boy, I can’t wait. Sleeping next to old, crusty socks and your porno mags. What else could I possibly hope...” her words were cut off when she opens the door and sees a vast room that is beautifully decorated with red and gold. An Arabian theme was used in the room for design. There is a crystal blue waterfall that feeds a pool. Lovely backless couches are arranged in a gathering area and in the corner is a king sized bed that has silk sheets with a tiger laying in front of the bed. The genie puts a hand to her mouth as she enters.

You walk up behind her and smile. “Do you like it?” You ask.

“You...you did this for me?”she gasps.

“You seem like you’ve had a hard time with previous masters and are lashing out. I don’t want you to feel trapped with me. I’ll show you all the respect in the world as long as you show the same to me,” you explain.

“I...thank you,” she says simply.

“You’re welcome,” you say as you flop onto your new king sized bed and start playing a game on your wall mounted, 50 inch, plasma, flat screen tv.

“What about school?” The genie asks.

“What school?” You snicker as you get a text from your mom letting your know school has been canceled.