Ward Jackson, 18 year old High School Student with a ridiculous libido.

...Ward Jackson, 18 year old High School Student with a ridiculous libido.

Maybe that last part was unnecessary.

Before all this genie bullshit happened, I was a normal teenager. I hated school. I had semi-decent-bordering-on-mediocre grades. I played video games. I had a part-time job. I was averagely popular and pretty jacked.

Unfortunately, being average doesn't stop you from getting bullied. Honestly, some people are just dicks. Even if they don't have dicks. Like Raine McClane, the verbal **** device with a hotline straight to the principal; her mom, Martina McClane. I was usually smart enough to not do anything to trigger her so I could avoid her playing the principal card, but that day I wasn't so careful.

"Mr Jackson, please report to the Principal's Office." The voice echoed out of the intercom and 20 heads swivelled to stare at me. I nonchalantly walked out of the classroom and made the 6-storey trek to Principal McClane's office. When I entered, her face was stern and unforgiving, and I immediately recognised that this was gonna be a shitty meeting.

After the shitty meeting, I got hit with a two day suspension. Raine had caught me complaining about her to my cousin, Sarah, and tattled to her mom. Reason for suspension: bullying. Oh, what irony. Now I was walking home with Sarah, who somehow also got suspended (because she got caught cheating on a Biology test, completely unrelated).

Sarah Winters was in 12th grade too, similar to me, except that she was pretty much untouchable. For one, she was stunning. She had long, straight blonde hair that flowed down like a river, an athletic but not overly muscular body, and a pair of tits that every guy in the school and their uncles would pay good money to see.

For another, she's probably the best person in school at creating comebacks. The creation of the quote, "We value your opinion as much as a white crayon", could be traced back to her. If any of the bitches like Raine tried any shit, she would probably end their careers before they even started. (If Raine ever got a job, it would probably be as a rich person's housewife because she's hot, stupid, and fucking annoying. But I digress.)

Of course, Sarah was my cousin, so while I was extremely close with her, it also meant that I couldn't get into any freaky stuff without people screaming ****. I was fine with that though. While I was indeed a horny fucker, I also valued my friendship with Sarah enough to not take advantage of her. At least until there was a way to get both.

Anyway, we were both walking back home (she lived just a few streets away) and our routes were pretty similar. Now, to understand this next part, you need to understand that I like randomly picking up shiny objects of the floor and keeping them for no reason. Why? I don't know. Everyone's got some weird habit. I'm just glad mine isn't something like murdering people, or keeping 1000 bottles of baby oil in a basement. So when I saw the shiny little golden jar, I picked it up to add to my collection.

"Another one, Ward?" Sarah grinned. "How many you got in that dusty old drawer of yours now?"

"Probably over 9000." I grinned back at her. She'd seen this many times before. "Well, this looks fancy. Maybe I'll put it at the center, like the eye of a tornado."

"Yeah, tornado's a good word to describe that fucking mess. You mind if I come over to your place? My parents are in France for two weeks and I got nothing better to do."

"Sure." I didn't mind Sarah coming over, and it's not like I had any big plans or whatever. Sarah had come over many times before, and I could always just explain the situation to my dad. It was just a suspension. And not even for a bad thing. My dad would get it. I told him about the other stuff too, with Raine and her mom, so he understood why the principal was mad at me sometimes. Or maybe all the time. All the time? Could someone really be that petty? I guess Raine could. Or I could. I'd ****-fuck the both of them anyday.

Sarah and I had reached my place. Nothing much, just a decent house for two. And a guest bedroom. Sarah could chill there while her parents were away. I passed by my dad near the entrance. He was suited up for another meeting. His job involved him occasionally showing up at his office dressed like Barney Stinson and saying something impressive for a decent wage. A pretty chill job for a pretty chill guy.

"Hey, champ! Hi, Sarah. Why are you guys out of school so early?" Sarah was a little hesitant, but I stepped in, "Raine got her mom to suspend us. She was being real bitchy today." My dad nodded and sighed. "How a woman like that ever became principal, I have no clue. Well, have a good day, kid. Sarah, I heard your parents were out of the country, so you're allowed to stay as long as you like." Sarah smiled and quickly replied, "Thanks so much, Uncle Mike." (Yep. My dad's name is Mike Jackson. Whatchu' gon do about it?)

A few minutes later, Sarah was in the shower, and I was in my room, putting on a fresh pair of clothes. At that moment, I had almost forgotten about the shiny golden jar I had found earlier. Suddenly, as I took off my pants, it flew out of my pocket and landed on the floor, opening up the lid.

"...hm."

Annoyed at the slight inconvenience, I reached over to pick it up. Then, the smoke started coming out. It looked blue and purple simultaneously somehow, and it spilling out much more smoke than the little golden jar could hold. The smoke slowly began to marshal together, first into a fog, then a cloud, then a blob, then...a humanoid figure. Then it spoke.

"Wow, few years in a jar...should probably have given me such a crick in the neck! Eh, it feels fine. Dunno what Robbie was complaining about. Then again, he had to wait 10000 years for a new cycle. Oof."

I was still too stunned to speak. This was some freaky supernatural bullshit, and it was creeping the hell out of me. The ethereal being turned to look at me. Then it spoke.

"Ah, another wish maker! Welcome to a new world, where you're gonna get a lot of free shit!"

At this point, I was about to kick myself in the balls to see whether I would wake up.