Jasmine had always been jealous of Micah because he had a good life, and she had to struggle for everything. Whatever Micah wanted he got, one way or the other, and it just wasn’t fair. Why should siblings have such a different experience when they had the same parents and grew up in the same house she often thought to herself, why can’t I be happy all the time like my brother. One day, after Micah came home gloating about how he had found a twenty-dollar bill on the ground, Jasmine decided she’d had enough. That week only Jasmine had gotten her allowance because Micah had failed to complete his chores and she had been secretly pleased that he wasn’t going to have the money to go see the new movie coming out that he had been raving about for a month. Jasmine had decided it would serve him right to miss out for once, that it would be good for him to see how it felt to be deprived of something. Now that lesson would be lost on him, his luck would allow him to go see the movie anyway and he got to skip taking out the garbage and walking the dog. Jasmine devised a plan to sneak into Micah’s room and steal the twenty-dollar bill. She figured he hadn’t earned it and it wouldn’t really be stealing, besides she would put it in their mother’s purse so he would get it back eventually. After dinner Jasmine waited until Micah was deeply engrossed in his favorite show and then excused herself to go do homework. She crept into his room and began looking for the money. She was in the middle of searching through his desk drawer when she heard his feet pounding up the stairs. There wasn’t enough time to sneak out so she shoved the drawer closed and dove under his bed. Her feet had just disappeared underneath when his door slammed open and he strode quickly towards his closet. Jasmine quietly sighed with relief that she hadn’t chosen to hide in there but it was short-lived when she realized that Micah was obviously looking for something, something he didn’t seem to be finding in his closet. She pulled herself forward just enough to peek out and see what he was doing. As he came into view she noticed he was holding his cell phone and in between flinging clothes around he would say a word or two into the phone. Jasmine saw he had left the door open and wondered if she could make a run for the door while his back was turned. She was just about to chance it when Micah backed out of his closet and headed towards the bed. Jasmine felt a stab of panic hit her and she shrank back, hoping he hadn’t seen her and wouldn’t look under his bed. Micah crossed over to the bed and laid down, Jasmine could feel the bottom of the bed push down on her back as the weight of her brother made the mattress sag. He was talking on his phone and with no chance of escape Jasmine began to listen to the one side of the conversation she could hear. “I don’t know where it went man, I looked in all my pants pockets but it’s gone…Yeah, yeah, I know it’s important. I’ll find it, come on, you know… dude…yeah I got it…yeah I know you’ll…I get it man, stop worrying, you know how good I am at finding things. I will call you when I find it…soon…I don’t have a specific time frame…soon as I can dude…yeah, bye.” Jasmine heard him tap his phone and felt the shift as he sat up. Micah let out a loud sigh and stood up. He walked to the doorway and shut his door. He walked back towards his closet and stood staring into it for a minute, idly shifting from foot to foot and tapping his fingers on the door frame. She heard another sigh escape him and then he walked into his closet. Jasmine decided to creep forward again to see what he was doing. She peered out and noticed he was sitting on the floor of his closet. He had his legs crossed and was staring at a pair of jeans lying next to him. She could see his lips moving but couldn’t hear what he was saying. His eyes closed and he continued to mumble something. After several minutes she began to grow bored watching him and was just about to try sneaking out again when he opened his eyes. Micah reached down towards the pair of jeans and felt inside the pockets. She saw him pull something out of the pocket and heard a chuckle of relief emit from his mouth. Micah stood up and walked back out of the closet and headed towards his door. Jasmine waited a couple of minutes after he left to pull herself from underneath his bed. She hurried out of his room and into her own.
Once safe on her own bed she contemplated the situation she had just witnessed. Had Micah lied to his friend about losing something? Had he just not looked very well the first time? What was he doing sitting on the floor, meditating maybe? If Micah talked about wanting something, he always seemed to get it, even when their parents wouldn’t get it for him. It was actually the main reason Jasmine didn’t like to be around him and he never shared his good fortune with her. Jasmine thought back to the family trips and the few times that she was forced to endure her brother’s company. One time they had gone to Disneyland and near the end of the day both Micah and Jasmine had wanted to go on different rides that both had impossibly long lines. Their parents had told them they weren’t willing to wait and they had been so upset. Twenty minutes later a guy had walked up to the family and handed Micah a VIP pass that allowed a person to go to the front of the line. Jasmine was still too short to go on the rides she really wanted to go on by herself so Micah got to go on his ride and she was forced to sit there with her parents, stewing in the unfairness of it all. Things like that were always happening for him and it made her mad that she never seemed to luck out. Plus he was always the one finding whatever their mother would lose. Jasmine had always assumed in the past that Micah had simply hidden the items so he could find them later to gain favor with their mother, but maybe that wasn’t the case. She decided she needed to do some investigating, maybe conduct a test or two, and figure out what was going on with her brother…maybe he wasn’t just lucky.
Almost a week passed before Jasmine was able to devise a plan to test her brother’s abilities. She waited until he was in the shower and she went and grabbed his cell phone off his desk. She turned the sound off so he couldn’t call it and put it deep into the cushions of the couch. Then Jasmine headed towards the kitchen to pour herself a bowl of cereal. She sat at the table, slowly eating and waiting for her brother to notice his phone was gone and come looking for it. Almost thirty minutes passed before Micah came downstairs and Jasmine had given up trying to maintain the ruse of eating breakfast. She waited to see if Micah would ask any of the family about his missing phone, but he simply headed towards the toaster to make a pop tart. Micah grabbed his breakfast and backpack and without a word headed towards the car so their dad could drive them to school. Jasmine was disappointed she wasn’t going to get any results before school and just hoped their mom didn’t find the phone while cleaning before they got home that afternoon. Jasmine was thinking up another test on the ride to school when, to her surprise, she saw Micah pull his phone out of his backpack and start texting someone. He hadn’t gone into the living room, she could see the couch from the kitchen and he hadn’t gone anywhere near it. How did he have his phone? The mystery haunted her all day in school, she could barely concentrate on what the teachers would say. She couldn’t wait to get home and check the couch. As soon as school was over she waited impatiently for her mother to pick her up. Micah wasn’t in the car when her mother showed up, he was apparently going to a friend’s house to work on a project and wouldn’t be home for hours. Jasmine was relieved, this would give her the time she needed. Once home, she ran to the living room and began digging in the couch cushions. She pulled them all off but couldn’t find the phone anywhere. Jasmine asked her mom if she had cleaned the living room that day but her mother said no. Jasmine ignored the follow-up questions her mother was asking and headed up to her room. What did it mean, she thought? How did he get his phone? Jasmine decided on another test before confronting her brother.
This time Jasmine took her mother’s favorite ring from her jewelry box and put it in her pocket, she would keep it on her until the test was over. As soon as their mother noticed the ring was gone she would make the whole family look until it was found and Jasmine wanted to see just how good Micah really was at finding things. It took two days before her mother noticed the missing ring, it was a Saturday and the whole family was home. Jasmine heard her mother yelling about the ring from the kitchen and reached her hand into her pocket to make sure it was still there. She ran her fingers over the smooth band and smiled, eager for the test results. The whole family began to look for the ring, after ten minutes Jasmine noticed Micah head upstairs. She stayed downstairs with their mother, looking in drawers even though she knew the ring was in her pocket. Another ten minutes passed and Micah came back downstairs and handed their mother her ring. Jasmine stared in shock. She felt inside her pocket but the ring was no longer there. Through her daze she could hear Micah saying he found it in a pile of laundry and her mother thanking him for finding it for her. A million questions flooded her mind, and only one person had the answers.
Jasmine followed her brother upstairs and into his room. He gave her a look of annoyance and told her to get out. Jasmine crossed her arms and shook her head no. “I have some questions for you and I’m not leaving until I get answers.” Jasmine exclaimed. “First, how did you really find mom’s ring?” She thought she saw a flicker of fear cross his face before he told her the same story he had told their mother. “No,” she shot back, “I want the truth, I know you didn’t find it in the laundry and I know because I took the ring and I had it in my pocket. How did you get the ring out of my pocket when we were never near each other?” Micah stared at his sister and then stood up. Jasmine prepared herself to fight against getting kicked out of his room, but Micah was only getting up to shut his door. He turned back towards his sister and motioned for her to sit down on the bed. “It started when I was really young,” he began, “I would think about wanting something and then it would appear. At first I just thought that’s how things worked in the world, but as I got older I realized that it only happened for me and depended on what I wanted and how badly I wanted it. Eventually I gave it a name, called it summoning, and tried not use it unless I really needed something. It doesn’t always work, usually only on small things, but it has definitely been a tool I’ve grown to depend on.” Micah finished his explanation and looked over at his sister, “you probably won’t believe me,” he stated, “no one does, but that is how I found mom’s ring. I came up to my room and concentrated on finding the ring, envisioning it, and then yes I did actually find it underneath a shirt on the floor.” Jasmine sat there quietly for a moment, trying to wrap her head around what her brother had just told her. Was it possible? Was he really able to “summon” things? If he was able to, could she? Finally she looked up at her brother and said three simple words, “teach me how.”
Micah and Jasmine talked long into the night. It was the most they had ever talked in their whole life and the first time that Jasmine wasn’t consumed with jealousy. Finally Jasmine headed towards her own room, exhausted but feeling like a weight had been lifted from her. She slept soundly and awoke feeling refreshed and optimistic. She was confident that she would soon be able to summon things just like her brother and couldn’t wait to begin practicing. Over the next couple of days Micah spent all his free time helping his sister practice. Even though she hadn’t been successful yet, a bond was beginning to form between the siblings and even their parents noticed that they seemed to be getting along much better. One night, as they sat in Micah’s room Jasmine was beginning to get visibly discouraged. She kept concentrating but the quarter she was trying to make appear wouldn’t show up. “What am I doing wrong?” she asked Micah, “Why is this taking so long?” Micah thought for a moment and then asked her a question. “What do you want more than anything? What have you wanted for a long time?” “To be happy,” Jasmine responded without thinking, “to be happy like you always seem to be, to not have to spend my life being jealous of all your good fortune.” After hearing her response Micah started to smile. “How do you feel Jazzy?” he asked, “Are you currently jealous of me?” “I’m actually not jealous of you right now,” Jasmine replied, “and it’s been fun practicing with you, I like the thought of learning to summon things and I would be really happy once I succeed.” “Then you should be happy dear sister,” Micah said, “because you have gotten what you just claimed you have wanted for so long. You summoned a different outlook on life and that is bigger than anything I have ever done.” Jasmine thought about what he said and she started to smile too. He was right, she had summoned freedom from the cage she had locked herself in and that was a happy realization indeed.