"So...bored..." I grumbled, stuffing a pillow over my head. My parents had left me at my great-aunt Margery's house while they had a date night at a Josh Groban concert. My aunt wasn't the most exciting person in the world, and I was pretty much stuck in the guest bedroom, with nothing but a few pencils and a sketchbook.

Wait...I could explore the storage closet. Peeking at old clothing isn't gonna hurt anyone, right? Right. Good call, Lanie.

Before I thought about the cons of the situation, I found myself walking towards the door, which had sparse amounts of white paint clinging to it. I twisted the brass knob and opened it. Chunks of dust flew at me, and the smell of mothballs assaulted my nostrils.

There didn't seem to be anything interesting about the tiny room. At least, not at first. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something that looked out of place. Of course, I dug it out from under the pile of coats sitting on top of it.

It was a blown glass...thing, inlaid with what I assumed were peridots and emeralds. A thick layer of dust coated it, so naturally I decided to clean it off a little. To my surprise, a muscular, greenish man floated out of its spout. I fell backwards with a scream.

"Do not be frightened, human girl. I am the genie of the bottle you hold, and I will grant you three wishes." His voice was like a tiger's roar.

"Alright." I pulled myself together, now intrigued by the figure towering over me.

"What is your first wish?"

"To have endless amounts of money!" Selfish... I chided myself. But what's said is said.

"Easily granted. That was a common wish in my day." The genie snapped his fingers.

"In your day?"

"I have not been out of that bottle in centuries." He gave me a sad smile. "Now, what is your second wish?"

I glanced at my phone, which was currently useless. "Uh...make me a living wifi hotspot!"

"That is a new one..." Another snap of the fingers. To check if it was working, I opened up my phone. Four bars lit up in the corner of the screen.

"Sweet!" I pumped my fist in the air.

"Well, now that you have used two of your wishes, what would you like the third to be?" The genie asked, crossing his arms and fixing me with a stern, yet curious stare.

"Uh..." This is it, Lanie. Your chance to change everything for the better. "World peace."

The stare turned sour, and he gave a sigh. "As you wish. But I warn you, there will be changes you will never be prepared for."

He snapped his fingers, and a shockwave pulsed from them, causing a weird sensation in my ears. Then he was gone, and I was left alone in the closet. It was only a few seconds since his departure when I decided to go on Buzzfeed to check out some quizzes. When the homepage pulled up, the headlines caught my eye.

Violence and Politics Nonexistent? The Strange 'Miracle' that Unemployed Millions.

What Happened to Satire?

Gamers in an Outrage: Where did the Games Go?

"Oh no..." I said, eyes widening. I closed out of the internet and tried to find my Injustice: Gods Among Us app. It wasn't there. My other fighting games were gone as well. "What have I done?"