Zoe thought for a moment. She was always envious of the popular girls at her school. They always got the attention, and she hated them for it.
"I wish I was the most popular girl at school." she said. The stone shined brightly, and Zoe closed her eyes. When she opened them, her room had changed from gothish to what a cheerleader would be into. Boy band CD's, pink walls, and a closet filled with skirts and other girly clothes. Little did she know how this would effect her brothers...
