Brett was going to do it. He was finally going to show these capitalist pigs what real truth was. He brushed his overgrown mullet out of the way as he stormed through the from doors. All his life he had it rough. His mother was an illegal Mexican immigrant, so from the beginning he had it awful.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't make things better, but now he finally got it, it was all capitalism's fault! His lower monetary status, his piers delusions of superiority, all of it was vapid, vain, and ignorant to the fellow human's plight! This was the only way. He had to eliminate those corrupted, and then maybe they'd see!
He could feel the sweat creep across his brow as he steadily pulled the pistol further out from his pocket. He was about to aim it towards the closest, richest looking parent in the school's entrance room. But, before he knew it, there was a bright FLASH, and suddenly memories swirled and focus was lost.
"Wha-what?" An angelic voice arose.
"Huh? Ah, there you are Betty!" The rich looking father scoffed, turning towards the young woman who had just walked in.
"Huh, like, Daddy? What are you doing here?" Betty scoffed back, swirling her golden locks around in her manicured fingers.
"You know why sweetie... you skipped classes... again!" He huffed.
"Wow! Like, how'd you know Daddy?" Betty asked, genuinely amazed.
"Honey, you're wearing a new dress." He pointed out.
Betty giggled and twirled her dress. "Like, okay Daddy you got me. Classes were just sooooo boring you know?"
"Betty, you must stop skipping classes like this. I'll let you off the hook today, but a few more times and I may have to restrict your allowance by a few hundred." He warned.
Betty gasped. "Ugh, fine Daddy, I'll be a good girl." Betty sighed, before walking up and kissing his cheek. "I'll go back in... have fun at the pro whatever rally." She giggled.
"Pro-life darling." He chuckled as he walked outside.
Betty skipped off, unaware that anything had ever been different.
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Rick looked over at the former almost school shooter. He was relived to see the difference. For the shooter had gone from being some grungy boy with a gun to a bubbly looking school girl. Although he was happy, Emily was most certainly not.
"Rick. I don't care if it was an emergency! We cannot just use this whenever we want! These changes have consequences! Reality will change in odd ways beyond the changed people, I saw it with my own eyes." She warned.
"Okay okay I'm sorry." Rick apologized.
"Ugh, fine. Just give me the camera and tell me who you changed I'm gonna fix them." Emily snapped.
"No! No trust me you can't!" Rick panicked, trying to grab the camera from his girlfriend's hands.
"Rick, let go!" She yelled, as they both tugged on the camera.
Unbeknownst to both of them, the button was being randomly pressed as it swirled around the parking lot, changing many.
A janitor chasing a raccoon from a trash can suddenly became a raccoon as well, which was then swiftly mounted by the other.
A bus driver sitting grumpily in his bus became a preppy black girl in a pink convertible.
A jock who was walking to practice became a cheerleader eager to preform, while his girlfriend beside him became the new quarterback.
A hippie guy who was protesting was replaced by a hot latina who was streaking in protest across campus.
Finally, after a few more random changes around them, one of them finally grabbed the camera. But who? And did some changes occur with them?