The dictaphone

Angie wasn't really listening to Lucy speaking to her, her mind focused on the little black and silver device in her hand, glimmering in the morning light. What should she change first ? Being rich ? No... being immortal ? She had to think about it. Maybe she should begin by giving herself better grades, or making herself popular, or...

She jumped in her seat as a hand brutally grabbed the dictaphone and her heart missed a beat, as she realized she had been displaying recklessly the most powerful device ever like it had been a simple toy. She looked up and saw Peter, one of the jocks who had been making fun of her when she got in, grinning at her.

"Peter, give it back !
- My, my, I didn't hear "please" !
- Please Peter, give this back, it's mine !
- Give it back to her, please, added Lucy
- Hey, the freaks united : shut up, what is this fucking thing so important to you anyway ?
- Because it's MINE !"

He laughed and Angie felt like her life was on the line : she needed this thing. It had been sent to her ! And it shouldn't fall in the hands of a jock like Peter, or else, he would probably turn himself into an even bigger bully ! She gulped.

"Peter, this thing is a present, it is very important to me, I beg you to give it back to me..."

He looked at his friends and laughed even louder : "Well, then let me think about it until the end of the day, and maybe I'll give it back to you, freaky flatty !"