You couldn’t help yourself, could you? All those years of making fun of me in school, of bullying me…you thought they were over when we graduated, so you delighted in trying to get one over on me when you saw me again, all these years later. And you probably grinned eagerly inside when I told you we were going to finish this at my house. That way, you could torment me whenever you wanted to.
Here I was again, sitting alone at a bar, drinking my sorrows away. I’d come with my friend Mary, but like usual, she’d had a few drinks and was now getting cozy with some guy she just met. Girls just seemed to avoid me whenever I tried to approach them. So instead, I decided to get drunk and be alone in my thoughts, and it was getting to the point that I seriously needed to use the bathroom.
A brilliant flash of light burst out right in front of me, engulfing my friend sitting next to me. When the light faded, I was stunned at what I was looking at. Ignoring the fact that the bed we were sitting on was now pure white with a pink lace trim, or how Tony’s TV and video game consoles were replaced with a vanity and makeup table, the figure in front of my was no longer the overweight nerdy guy he had been a minute ago.