Dave thought for a while. The possibilities ran through his head. He could get anything he wanted!
Glancing around, his eyes fell on a flier for Brettfest sticking out of a locker. Brett must have been slipping the papers into every locker in the hall. It was certainly something Brett would do, especially when planning a party as big as Brettfest.
"Hey, Carson. You don't have a date for Brettfest, do you?"
"Of course not. All the girls worth asking are probably already taken. If only there were more of them."
"I might be able to fix that," Smiled Dave. Holding up the pendant, he said, "I wish "
