As Zoe surfed through her usual Goth sites, occasionally chatting with other Goths, she wondered why life everywhere couldn't be like this. She wouldn't have to ask permission to get piercings and tattoos if everyone were like that anyway. She sighed. "I wish Goths ruled."
Suddenly, her entire room began to change. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed. She watched as all of her possessions morphed into something much less gothic. In fact, when it was all done, her room resembled the bedroom belonging to that bitch Sarah McMillan. Even her music changed, becoming generic pop music, which was Sarah's favorite. And in place of her collection of occult merchandise was a stack of fashion magazines.
What happened?
Outside in the hall, Jon walked by. Zoe's wish was granted to him and not her. So, it was as if he made the wish. But since he didn't hear it, he didn't think anything was different.
Goths did rule, just like what Zoe said. But not the way she wanted. Her wish turned all the preps (who were the most popular) into Goths and all the Goths into preps. So, that's why Zoe was now a prep.
Jon briskly made his way downstairs and out the front door. He had to get to Karyn's house. And then he had to get the stone back.
