Genie In a Bottle


I pressed the center of my ipod to turn it on. I was On bus sixty-nine, on
my way to the block, to the money. I got off downtown at around 10:00 pm
and man was it rolling with police. Some crack heads  were calling my name
from down the street.

“Man what you got,” asked one of them. He looked at me like he didn’t know
who I was.
“Man I got whatever, the question is what you got”. I said, They all took
out what they got and handed it to me. seven dollars… They all looked at
me hoping that they could slide by with seven dollars? I threw back the
money before it got too hot. I needed to find my way to where the high
spenders were.
Three hours went by and I was on my way back home. I took the short way so
I wouldn’t run into any trouble. I always slide through my hidden window
that gets me to my room faster. I always hated walking up those busted
steps that made a cracking noise every time someone stepped on them. I
pulled out the metal box from under my bed, sixty-nine thousand plus the
three hundred I made tonight. I don’t know what is going on in my mind
sometimes. Sometimes it seems like I’m only thinking about my next dollar.
Hell I’m thinking about it right now.
I arrived in front of Luckysmith High School at about 9:25 am. I walked
around to the back of the school to wait for class to get out and some
customers to walk through the door. A fast twenty five bucks and I was
back to the downtown scene.
I was standing on the corner of fifty-sixth and Geran street when I heard
a loud bass coming from down the street. White Girl. White Girl. White
Girl. I Got That Whiiiiittte Girl. Down the street came rolling a brand
new Buick car that had rims taller then my knee caps. I already knew what
I needed and it was time to start spending some of my savings. I left
downtown and went home to take out twenty-five thousand out of my stash
and was on my way to the city, where I can find what I wanted: Bobby’s Old
School Wet Wheels. The place seemed like they would sell a car to me if I
had the right price, the right price, that’s what my motto would be if I
had one.

“Hello sir,” said the lady at the front desk, looking at me as if I had no
business here. I noticed that she was the only one working and it seemed
like she was ready to pick up the phone and call for help. I threw all my
money on the desk and I told her I wanted the watermelon green 2008 Buick
LaCrosse. Next thing you know I was on my way to the paint shop. When I
arrived the shop and decided to get either the hot red or the electric
blue. I opened the trunk of the Buick and noticed a green bottle laying on
its side in the back of the trunk. I was about to throw it away until I
noticed the number three on the cap. I twisted it open. All of a sudden a
strong wind started to surround my body and this huge genie came roaring
out of it. Out came a genie with bloodshot red eyes and a traditional
turban on its head.

           “Holy crap,” I yelled. I ducked and started heading towards
the exit but the big green puff of smoke swooped me off my feet and said,

           “YOU HAVE SAVED ME FROM BEING TRAPED.” The genie knew he was
dealing with a “hungry” teen from the streets. He knew exactly what I was
going to ask for. Hell, you probably even know what I was going to ask
for.

“but be careful what you ask for and be crystal clear when you speak to
me, you’ve been warned.”

I looked at him with my mouth open and my eyes wide.
           “Can can can… ummm I want a… no I wish for… the finest chick
in the world!”

one..two..three and poof. A green puff of smoke appeared and it took about
two minutes for the smoke to disappear but I knew I wasn’t going to be
disappointed. My eyes started at the top and I was going to work my way
down to her head. The smoke started to blow away and I thought that this
chick was short because I didn’t see any hair or a head yet. All I heard
was… chirp chirp… appears a little green baby chick.

I didn’t say anything to anger the genie, but I just basically rescued his
ass from years of solitary confinement.
           “What’s with the bullshit, genie-man” I screamed.

           “DID I NOT WARN YOU ABOUT YOUR WISHES?!” groaned the big green
genie. “YOU HAVE TWO MORE WISHES, YOU MAY USE THEM NOW OR IN THE NEXT
FIFTY-SEVEN MINUTES!”

           “What the shit is that though, fifty-seven minutes!?” I said.

I knew that I had to think out my next two wishes for the next hour. I
really wanted to use them but I felt like I had to wait for some reason. I
told the genie that I would save my next two wishes and I was aware of my
time limit. It returned into its bottle and I proceeded to the streets. I
called Jeff, who was one of my good friends I knew from my childhood
years. Now Jeff wasn’t the smartest kid in school, but he was the kid with
the street smart around here.
           “Yo man, if you had a wish, just one wish, what would it be?”,
I asked curiously. He looked at me long and hard. I knew he was thinking
about this one too, I swear I seen a light bulb appear on top of his head,
with every gold cap on his teeth grinding together.

           “Shit man, I’d probably wish for the finest chick in the
world. You know something like Jessica Alba or all three of the Destiny’s
Child girls put in one body.”          “Alright man, the next time you see
me I’m going to be walking around with the finest female in town.” I left
Jeff’s house and got back into my car. Man I don’t even need a genie to
get a bad female. So I cranked up my radio and started driving down the
busy streets where all the honeys were at. In my mind I was constantly
thinking of what my wishes were going to be, until my eyes became glued to
this tall, light skinned, long haired women walking out of the coffee shop
on the corner. I instantly parked the ride and waited until she walked my
way.

           I made my way towards her and taped her on her shoulder.

           “Yeah so I just came from… can I help you” she asked me. She
had a smile you’d have to pay to see. I can tell she liked she was in a
rush so I asked her.

           “Do you have a second miss, I needed to come over and ask you
your name and I was wondering if I could speak to you before I leave.” She
glazed into my eyes and I could tell she was thinking about it. Her phone
started ringing again and she picked up saying.

           “Hello baby, I’m waiting at the coffee shop on fendi street.”
That indicated that she was taken and she couldn’t be interested in a thug
like me. She looked at me with a face expressing that she was sorry and
walked away. I felt like I was in the fourth grade again, like when a girl
rejects you and your heart falls down into your gut. I didn’t know why but
I wanted her. I went to the trunk of my car and pulled out the green
bottle. I shook it and rubbed it… nothing happened.

           “Awww come one now!” I yelled. She was getting away and I
needed another wish to happen, then the smoke started to appear again. Out
came the genie.

           “Your wishes please.” asked the genie.

           “I wish the last girl I just spoke with, the one walking right
there, I wish she didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.” I said. I was
wondering what was going to happen. I turned to look at the genie and he
was gone. All of a sudden I see a big rig come rolling down the street,
out of control honking for pedestrians to get out the way. Then I hear
tires skirting and squish, I almost knew who just got hit. I ran over to
look at the accident.

           “NO, NO, NO!” screamed the girl. When I seen the way she was
crying and yelling, I knew that my wish once again went terribly wrong. I
didn’t mean for something like this to happen. I left the scene as soon as
I could to think about my final wish, thinking about it in every way
possible.

           “Genie, come back out of your bottle and grant me my last and
final wish please.” I said to the genie.

           “YOU HAVE EXACTLY SEVEN MINUTES TO ASK FOR YOUR LAST WISH,
WHAT IT BE.” said the Genie. I wanted the last wish to be for me, but in
the back of my head I knew there was something else I needed to wish for.
Time was running out and I needed to find out what it was. I was down to
my last three minutes and the genie was getting frustrated, it started t
rush me and told me to wish for stupid things like a pony or a toy fire
truck. I looked into the sky and tried to come up with something.

           “Well, I guess I know what I want.” I said as I looked the
genie right into his eyes. “I wish that you were forced back into that
green bottle for the rest eternity.” All of a sudden the green smoke
appears and forms a small tornado that started to suck the genie back into
its small green bottle.