"What are you two losers doing?" Cheryl asked, a cute boy on her arm holding her books.
Candice and Meg looked at Cheryl, waiting for her to change into a loser. Nothing happened. "Brett, you know Candice and Meg? They're losers. I'm going to the prom with Brett here! I bet you two couldn't get a date if you tried."
Meg smiled. "I think you're going to lose that bet..." Meg turned to Brett. "Brett, do you want to go to the prom with Candice?"
Brett looked at the short and ugly Candice. Normally he would have laughed. Normally he would have walked away. Something made him say "Yes, I'd love too."
Cheryl looked at Brett, waiting for him to make some joke. Instead he turned to her, gave her back her books and walked off with Candice.
"Care to make another wager? I think you'll have terrible luck..." Meg said, realising that she had power over people.
Cheryl stamped her foot and ran off angrily. "I'll get Meg back. She's such a ... " Cheryl was sputtering on her rage and forgot to finish her sentence. She was unaware that the next word she spoke would spell her doom.
