Desperation

"I wish everyone would want me to use the device on them to change them into Goths." The stone glowed. "Zoe, please," Jon pleaded, walking closer to her. *Oh, what does he want **now**?* Zoe thought, not realizing that he was being affected by her wish. "Please, Zoe. Use the device on me. I really want to be a Goth." A woman, walking through the parking lot with her ten year old son, stopped. They turned in Zoe's direction and walked towards her. "Please, use that device on us," the woman said. "I really want to be a Goth. And I want my son to be one too." Soon, there were dozens of people surrounding Zoe, pleading her to change them into Goths. *Maybe this wasn't a good idea,* Zoe thought to herself.