Sarah was tired.
She was tired of being chased around by boys that weren't worthy of her, boys that wanted to do stuff to her sometimes. She'd hidden her feelings well, but the prospect of a wishing stone that could exact some revenge on those airheads was not going to slip by unnoticed.
And it was going to go to her head.
"I wish all you boys were bitches, who knew what a girl goes through, who knew what it's like to be called a bitch, who knew what it's like to be me."
A flash forced Sarah to look away. When her vision returned, the world had changed...
