Samantha, Emily, Sandra and Tracy had been spending the day walking laps of the mall, looking at all the things they would have bought if they had the money. Sadly, it was just over half way through the semester and between textbooks and eating out because of how terrible the cafeteria food was they had very little spending money left and most of what they had ended up going to the essentials, such as Emily's situation with her bras.
Emily, a pretty little thing with long black hair was also the shortest of the girls and the most well endowed with large, weighty d-cup breasts. The problem was, every time she did laundry her bras got stolen. By the time she caught on and took to staying in the laundry room until her clothes were done she was down to her last bra and good bras were expensive, especially the ones in her size that provided the support that she needed. Needless to say she had spent her money very early on during the trip to the mall, getting two new bras.
Tall, blond Tracy was looking at all the little stands that sold jewelry, both expensive and junk, and generally slowing the group down as she constantly stopped to look, even at items that she had been past multiple times before, agonizing over whether or not to buy anything.
Early on Sandra had gotten bored, bought a fashion magazine and sat down to read, occasionally getting up to join in with the others. With her red hair and freckles, one would expect her to have been quite the firecracker, but in truth she was easily the most laid back of the lot and the least interested in shopping, being very much a jeans and t-shirt sort of girl which clashed with her interest in fashion and design as a course of study.
It was Samantha who had kept them at the mall for so long. Of average height with very long, but dull brown hair, she was also the most intense of the group. Going to the mall had been her idea since it was raining out and she was unable to bring herself to sit around the dorms. Even she was ready to call it a day though, but not without stopping in one last shop first.
The little store, 'Spells-R-Us' had caught her eye. Despite having covered every inch of the mall it had caught her eye and it took very little effort for her to convince her three friends to make the strange shop their last stop before heading back to the dorms.
The place looked like a cross between an antique store and someone's attic with its strange selection of products.
The only employee there, a little old man, was quietly dusting the more expensive items on shelves behind the counter, taking great care to polish the scales of an enormous dragon statue.
There were several racks of clothing, ranging from battered looking military uniforms from numerous different countries to fancy gowns.
Against one wall was a huge display of crystals and wooden carvings of animals while on the opposite wall hung a number of paintings, landscapes, portraits and abstract works in all different styles and levels of skill were all on display.
Closer to the counter was a large bin containing a jumble of junk that bore a battered sign reading 'SALE - All Items $10 & Under'. This bin caught her eye and so while Emily and Tracy looked at a pair of boots that looked like hooves and Sandra browsed through a shelf of old books, she went over to look through the bin.
Most of it was junk, broken statues, clothing with pulled seams and a good deal of who knew what, she did find one thing that looked worth getting. It was a board game, still wrapped in shrink wrap. What really caught her attention was its price, a single dollar. The game was called 'A Game of Change', something she had never heard of, but the back of the box promised hours of wild, exciting fun for anywhere from two to twelve players, with variant rules for solitary play and how to play with teams for when you wanted to play with more than twelve players.
"Hey guys," she called out, holding the game up for them all to see, "I just found how we'll spend the rest of the day."
"A Board game?" Tracy giggled.
Sandra caught sight of the price, "Well, even if it's totally lame it's got to be at least a dollar's worth the fun."
Emily was quick to agree, "And if we all chip in it'll only be a quarter each. Less than a pack of gum."
All in agreement they searched their pockets and bought the game.
The little old man wished them a good day and added that he hoped they enjoyed the game, mentioning that it was one of his favorites.
Curious to see what they had gotten, they went back to the dorms to begin the game.