Zoe always got a bad rap from being the way the was. Oh, her mom excepted it, but most of the neighborhood didn't. And there were also most of the people at school. But now, she could do something about it. With this wishing rock, she could make everyone like being around someone like her.
She held the rock in her hand and said clearly "I wish ... everyone in this area would like Goths."
The rock grew warm in her hand and she was compelled to look away, as the rock glowed a bright white light.
She opened her eyes.
"I wonder if it worked."
