From a GenieA Chapter by Pawprints
I looked at Sadie. She was almost younger than I remembered. Her choppy brown
hair hung to her shoulders, and she seemed like she was caught between Goth and
circus clown with her reds and purples and blacks. It was almost like she was
just a normal teenager whose voice occasionally betrayed her when she was
angry, making her speak with her native accent. Though I recognized her the
second he saw her.
Peering up from my lamp, between someone's shoes, I was able to detect a
vibe. It was just one of the many things that a Genie could detect. “What
is your problem?” Sadie screeched once they were out of the school. The sides
of her mouth were wobbling, on the verge of crying. “After this horrible trick,
you expect me to put up with you? Please, Genie,” he voice was a whisper. “Is
there any scrap of empathy in your body at all?” I swallowed. Did I feel guilty? Yes, maybe a little. But a deal is a deal is a deal is a deal is a-- Oh
great, she’s crying. Though
it’s not the weepy kind of defeated crying. It’s the “I’ll rip your throat out
if you don’t get away from me right now” furious tears. I quavered. “Sadie--” “Get
away from me.” She made it about two blocks before I felt something tugging me.
I
popped up next to her. “Gah!”
she jumped back. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” “No.”
She reached up her hand to slap me, making me wince. “I mean that I physically
can’t. I’m bound to you as long as you don’t tell me the wish.” Her
face broke and something in my chest dully ached. “I
wish…” her voice breaks off. Finally her shoulders slump and she drops her head
on my chest. It isn’t a truce--I know that. It’s
because we’re both stuck. © 2013 PawprintsReviews
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