Before I start writing my story, I want to make it clear that I do not own

anything remotely related to I Dream of Jeannie or it's characters.

Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

Whoa it feels so weird to be writing to someone other than Anthony. And by Anthony I mean my Anthony, not my dad. Maybe I should explain. My name is Jeannie Nelson. I was named after my mother, and let's just say we have more in common then our names. But I'll get to that later. I am 14 years old and live in Cocoa Beach, FL., where I go to Kennedy High School and am a JV cheerleader. Go Blue Rockets! I have a little brother named Eric (get this- he was named after some dumb computer that apparently had some significance to my parents before they were even married.) Eric's 10 years old but he could be 4 the way he acts.

Anyway, here's the part of my life that only my parents, brother, Uncle Roger, and my best friend Kellie know: I am a teenage Genie. In fact I'm using my magic as we, I mean, as I speak to type this diary entry. You see, my mother was turned into a genie when she was 14 by a wicked Djinn when she refused to marry him. He trapped her in a bottle for 2,000 years until my father (who just happens to be a NASA astronaut- major popularity points!) found her on an island when his rocket went off course. They had some pretty wild adventures (many of which became my favorite bedtime stories when I was little) and eventually got married, having me two years later. The only one who ever knew of my mom's powers was my Uncle Roger, and no one else should ever know (my parents still don't know that Kellie found out about me, but that'll just be our little secret, ok?).

Above all, the last people in the world who could ever know about us are the Bellows, who have always been in my life- they really are very nice people- but honestly they are nosier and more suspicious than anyone I've ever met, even at the high school. So now you know my deepest secret. Great way to start a diary! Now I can tell you anything. More later!

Love, Jeannie