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I never should have gone into that house. Well, I don’t know about that, but I wish I never saw that creepy old man. But I guess I should be careful of what I say, now that- but, wait, I should start from the beginning.

I took a bite of my apple and sat down on my bed. I quickly stood back up, realizing that I had something in my back pocket. I took it out, remembering that I had picked up the lighter in that guy’s house, and in my rush to get out, I’d accidentally put it in my pocket instead of back on the table where I’d found it. I turned it around in my hands, looking at it. It was shiny, but it looked old, and was a bit scratched up. I was thinking that I should return it, but I realized that it would be ridiculous. If I brought it back, then he would find out that I’d broken into his house. Well, I thought begrudgingly, at least it’s not something really valuable. I opened the top and tried to light it, but fire did not come out. Smoke did. A lot of smoke. At first it was a small about, seeping out almost unnoticeable, but in a split second it was shooting out, not only up, but in all directions. I tried to close it: if my mom smelled smoke, she would kill me. But the force of it kept the lighter lid open for a while longer. Finally, it slowed down to a stop and I slammed shut the lid. The smoke was swirling around the room in an unusual manner, and soon it was all going into the center of the room. It seemed to be solidifying, and in a moment I could see what it was. Crouched in the middle of my room was a girl (or woman, I couldn’t’ tell which). She had her head down, and she was completely still, like my friend’s dog when it knows it’s in trouble. I was speechless. In my shock, the apple I’d forgotten fell from my hand. Her hand shot out, so fast it made me think she knew I was going to drop it, and caught the apple. She spoke quietly, “Master, your apple.” And slowly lifted her head. She gasped. I pinched myself, this had to be some kind of dream. But, as far as I could tell, I was awake. Then I gasped; I saw her face. You know how you can tell the difference between girls in real life, and girls in the magazines and movies? There’s always something; their hair is too perfect, her eyes are perfect, there’s nothing wrong with her skin, or it looks like there isn’t an ounce of fat and she’s never had one. Well, I’d have to say that what normal girls are to movie stars, movie stars are to this one. To say it simply, she was magnificent. Her hair was a dark chestnut, gleaming in the light from my window, but I had a feeling it would have gleamed anyway. Her eyelashes were dark, framing amazing sparkling eyes that were a color I’ve never seen before. Her skin was like porcelain, there were no imperfections. Her lips, they were perfect, right between Meg Ryan’s, and Angelina Jolie's. When she smiled up at me, I could have just died.
“You saved me.” She said, her voice quiet, but triumphant. My mouth continued to gape open. I really had to be dreaming. She blinked back tears and lowered her head again. “Master.” She said, which gave me the creeps. I finally found my voice.
“You don’t have to stay down there,” I said hesitantly. “Get up.” She stood up so fast I almost couldn’t see it happening. She stood very still, her head still lowered, and I noticed that she was taller than me by about six inches. Her clothes, though for some reason I expected them to be Arabian, were not specific to any nation or time. But the way they were draped around her body, I would ordinarily have assumed that she had some kind of royal dresser, making her look perfect, but I knew that her clothes really had nothing to do with it. “You’re, you’re a-” I stuttered, trying to find the word for her.
“Genie?” she offered.
“Yeah, I guess.” I said. “But, you can’t be real… this can’t…”
“I am real.” She said. “But, I can be whatever you want.” Once again, creepiness. I continued trying to think, but my brain was still very sluggish from the shock.
“You’re my… genie, then?” I asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“So, you grant my wishes?” I asked baffled.
“Yes, Master, anything you want.” I fought back a shiver. There was definitely something off about this chick. Well, what did I want? I wondered.