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Ali got back into bed, feeling very relieved—until the snoring started. It was louder than a train rumbling past the window!
“Genie!” Ali rolled out of bed again and tapped on the sock drawer “Stop snoring!”
“What?” Genie said in a hurt voice, sitting up. “Genies don't snore! It must be the tiger.”
“You're both snoring, and you're keeping me awake!” Ali groaned. Then she had an idea. “Hang on, I've still got my third wish. I wish for something to help me sleep!”
Genie thought for a moment, then clapped.
“What have you done?” Ali asked, looking around nervously. She didn't want this spell to go wrong!
“Look,” said Genie, pointing at Ali's desk.
Ali almost fell over backward. The pictures of the five guys from BoyFrenzy had vanished from her pillow. And now a tiny band was standing on Ali's desk, smiling at her!
“That's B-B-B-BoyFrenzy!” Ali stammered.
Genie beamed. “I brought them to life from your pillow!” she explained. “They're going to sing you to sleep.”
“Sing me to sleep?” Ali gasped.
“Yes, so get into bed,” Little Genie instructed.
Still feeling a bit dazed, Ali climbed back under the covers. Wait till she told Mary about this! Well, she couldn't actually tell Mary, could she? She had promised to keep Little Genie a secret. And anyway, Mary wouldn't believe her in a million years!
“Come on, boys,” Little Genie called, waving her hands like a conductor “One, two, three!”
The band immediately started singing Ali's favorite song, “Let's Dance All Night.”
“Hey, this is great!” Little Genie scrambled out of the sock drawer “Come on, tiger, let's dance!”
Ali couldn't help laughing as Genie began to twist around on the bedside rug, wiggling her hips and making her ponytail spin. She looked like Ali's gran doing her dance moves from the sixties! Meanwhile, the tiger bounced around Genie, waving his tail in time to the music.
“Neato, guys,” Genie called to BoyFrenzy when the song was over. “But it's not exactly helping Ali get to sleep. How about something a bit more mellow?”
The band nodded and began singing a slower number, their latest hit. Now Little Genie and the tiger were both yawning as much as Ali. Genie climbed back into the sock drawer and snuggled down into one of Ali's socks.
But the tiger stayed on the floor, too sleepy to move. Ali had to get out of bed, pick him up, and pop him gently into the drawer Then she snuggled down under the covers, the faces of BoyFrenzy blurring in her mind. Having her very own genie was the best thing ever, she thought as her eyes began to close.
When Ali woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that the BoyFrenzy pictures were back on her pillow again. She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and looked around her room. All the chocolate bars had vanished too.
“Genie?” she called in a low voice.
Genie's head popped out of the sock drawer “The tiger's gone,” she said sadly.
Ali glanced down at the magazine on the floor It was still open to the chocolate advertisement, and the tiger's picture was back on the page.
“Your wishes have finished,” Genie added. “Look.” She held out her wrist.
All the grains of pink sand had run through to the bottom half of the hourglass. “Oh,” Ali said, feeling a bit sad. The tiger had been so cute, and she'd kind of gotten used to having him around. And she'd only just found out what he liked to eat!
“The only thing that's left is the foil from the chocolate bars,” Genie went on. She climbed out of the drawer, went over to the bed, and lifted up the sheet. “I put it under here.”
Ali swung herself over the edge of the bed and peered underneath. There was a huge stack of foil piled up on the floor
“What are you going to do with it?” asked Genie, climbing up Ali's duvet and perching on her pillow.
“I don't know,” Ali replied, pulling out a handful of wrappers. “But I'd better get rid of it before Mom sees it.”
At that very moment the door opened and Mrs. Miller came in.
“Too late!” Genie whispered, whisking herself out of sight behind Ali's pillow.
“Ali, time to get up! First day of school,” Mrs. Miller began. Then she stopped and stared at the handful of foil Ali was holding. “What on earth is that?”
“Foil?” Ali managed to squeak out.
“I can see that,” said her mom, frowning. “But what's it from?” Before Ali could stop her, she glanced under the bed. “Goodness me!” She gasped. “There's more of it under here!”
“I could make it disappear,” Little Genie whispered in Ali's ear.
“No!” Ali whispered back. She didn't want Genie doing any magic while Mom was in the room!
“Ali, what's going on?” demanded her mom. “Where did all this foil come from?” She sniffed. “And it smells like chocolate.”
Ali thought fast. “It's for school,” she explained. “We're going to be collecting foil to raise money for charity. I— I wanted to get a head start.”
“Oh.” Mom softened. “That's a very good idea, but we can't store all this foil here. It's an ant's paradise! I'll call the school and ask where we can drop it off.”
“No, don't do that,” Ali said quickly. “I want it to be a surprise for my teacher I'll take it to school myself this morning.”
“Are you sure?” Her mom looked at her doubtfully. “There's so much of it.”
“It'll fit in my new backpack,” Ali said, hoping she was right.
While her mom went downstairs to make breakfast, Ali got dressed. Then she and Little Genie stuffed the foil into Ali's backpack. Soon the backpack was bulging. They couldn't fit it all in, so they had to use Ali's new wheeled suitcase too.
“I've hardly got room for any of my new books and pens!” Ali complained.
“I'll help you carry it,” Little Genie offered.
Ali stared at her “You can't come to school with me,” she said firmly. “Especially not today.” There was always lots going on the first day of school, and Ali knew she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on Little Genie and stop her from getting into trouble.
Genie's ponytail drooped. “Oh. Okay.” She glanced out the window, and her face brightened. “I can see Marmalade next door! I'll go and play with him, and make sure none of those mean old cats come back. After all, Mrs. Carter thinks he's really brave now!”
“Good idea,” Ali replied, fastening her backpack. “Just stay out of trouble, will you?”
Little Genie made a silly face. “Of course I will!”
“I'll see you tonight,” Ali said, groaning as she picked up the heavy backpack. A thought suddenly struck her “When am I going to get my next three wishes?” she asked. “I could wish for someone strong to carry all this foil to school for me!”
Little Genie clapped a hand to her mouth. “The wishes!” she gasped. “I almost forgot! Ali, come back!”
“What's the matter?” Ali spun around in the doorway.
“We have to prepare for your next set of wishes,” Little Genie said solemnly.
“How?”
“I must turn the hourglass upside down,” Little Genie explained. “And when the sand starts to run through, then your next set of wishes will start.”
Ali watched excitedly as Little Genie slowly turned the hourglass on her wrist. Now the top half of the hourglass was full of pink sand. But to Ali's disappointment, the sand did not begin to trickle through the hourglass. It stayed right where it was.
“Does that mean I'm not going to get any more wishes?” Ali asked glumly.
Little Genie shook her head. “No, I remember this from Genie School,” she said. “Sometimes there's a gap between each set of wishes.” She grinned at Ali. “Don't worry. One day the sand will start to run through the hourglass, and you'll have three wishes all over again!”
Ali felt a shiver of excitement at Genie's words. Okay so maybe all h
er wishes hadn't worked out quite so well this time. But next time she'd think really carefully about what she wanted and try to avoid all the trouble Genie had caused!
“Three more wishes,” Ali whispered to herself as she raced downstairs. She could hardly wait!
Miranda Jones lives in a regular house in
London. She's sure a genie bottle would
be much more exciting.
Read more about the adventures
of Ali and Little Genie in
Little Genie #2, Double Trouble!
Ali doesn't feel like going to school today.
And with Little Genie around, she doesn't
have to.
She'll let Genie take her place!
Is it a good idea to let a little genie pretend
to be a human girl?
The sparkling pink sand in Little Genie's
watch is starting to move—time for Ali to
make a wish and find out!
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