Zoey slammed the bedroom door behind her. She sat her chubby body on her bed and opened a bag of chips, eating to distract herself from her problems.
Only Monday and her week was off to a great start. She gotten a test back she hadn’t done very well on, she’d heard some bimbo on campus whispering under her breath about her, and her mother had started lecturing her the moment she came home. No surprise there. Zoey’s mother, despite her age, was in pretty good shape. She was a bit of a health freak; constantly trying new diets and recipes and exercises. Zoey was far from enjoying that life style. She liked eating and not exercising. She liked the results it gave her.
Finishing her chips, she dug through her bag to begin studying. Instead, she found a little grey recording device with a note stuck to it.
“What the hell is this?” she mumbled before reading the note. “’Record your deepest desires and make them real.’”
Zoey was intrigued. She’d read silly stories and stuff with ridiculous plot devices like this. There was no real harm in trying it at least. She pressed record.
“I have more chips,” she recorded at the encouragement of belly. Pressing stop, she heard sparkling sound and instantly noticed two new bags on chips sitting beside her. “Holy shit it works!”
Zoey looked from the chips to the Dictaphone thinking of the possibilities.
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