Pat Kesev was a teenage boy living in a middle of nowhere town. Sure, they had a large population, but nobody knows wher Ocharville is. Pat was a short boy who was very thin. He was made fun of at school, made fun of at home, and generally not the most popular character.
On this specific day, Pat was hanging out in his basement with some friends playing a board game. Ian, Caden, and Ben were equally as rejected and it bonded the four friends together.
Pat moved his piece and won the game. He cheered loudly to his friends begrudging annoyance.
A hum filled the air. A burst of light and a rock materialized upon the board causing the boys to jump up and move backwards. A glowing arrow appeared and pointed towards Pat.
Out of the rock appeared a mighty figure. A muscled man in a turban with Arab clothing bowed gracefully.
“Pat Kesev,” he said bowing. “Congratulations on winning the one trillionth board game ever played.”
“Th-thanks?” Pat stuttered out.
“I have waited so long. Ever since I invented the board game actually,” the genie said explaining. He sighed and seemed to revel in some glorified memory. “As such, you have been given my wishing stone! It will grant you and only you whatever wishes you want! No one can steal it or take it from you either, and you’ll never lose it, so have fun!”
The genie bowed and dematerialized. While his three friends cowered against opposing walls, Pat walked up to the stone.
“Oh, and one more thing,” the genie said popping out suddenly. Pat was knocked to the ground, but the magical man did not care. “Your wishes will seem normal to everyone unless they hear you make the wish. If they do, then and only then will they be aware.”
The genie disappeared and Pat nervously grabbed the stone.
“Make a wish!” said Evan enthusiastically. Ian and Caden nodded excitedly as well.
Pat was still taken aback by the situation. Nonetheless, he grabbed the stone and held it in his hand.
“I wish we had a bag of chips,” he said playing it safe.
A bag of brand less potato chips appeared on the table.
The group gasped. “That’s just the kind of chips I was hungry for!” said Pat rather loudly. He and his friends enthusiastically began eating the delicious chips in front of them.
“Doo sum mar,” Ian said through a mouthful of chips.
Pat wanted to go big. He looked up at the height of his basement ceiling. Not too high, they weren’t rich after all.
Pat pulled aside Caden and whispered in his ear, “I wish that Ian was 10 and a half feet tall.”
Caden snorted at the notion, but the two turned around to see a gigantic Ian standing before them. He was on his knees and leaning over.
Surprisingly, Ian was still extremely thin and had (apparently) custom tailored clothes on. How else was he supposed to find a shirt that big?
And the great part was, neither Ian nor Evan took notice. Just Caden and Pat.
“Aren’t you going to make a wish Pat,” Ian insisted.
Caden lost it and began laughing loudly.
“Of course,” Pat said. “I wish...”