Biff reached down and grabbed it, then started to open up the note. But before he could read it, he was startled by a voice behind him. "What the fuck? It's true then? You really are a Goth?" It was the voice belonging to Trevor Blake. Biff spun around and looked at the Goth boy and the Goth boy stared back. "How the fuck is this possible?" he asked.
"With this," Biff said, holding up the still-crumpled-up sticky note. "I don't know how it's possible, but the wish written on this note came true. It made me like you."
"What? That's impossible. Wishes can't come true," Trevor said.
"Well, this one did. I just wish I knew how to reverse it. As far as I know, I'm stuck this way for the rest of my life. Ugh. I look just as freakish as you."
Trevor glared at him. "I like looking this way. I'm not a fucking conformist like you. I value individuality over everything else. But I guess you can't understand something like that, can you?"
Biff rolled his eyes. "Whatever, freak. I don't care if you like how you look or not. All I want is to return to normal."
Trevor continued to glare at him. Biff may have looked like part of the Goth crowd, but he was still very much himself. Trevor sighed, then held out his hand. "Let me see the note."
Biff handed it over.
