"I don't believe you, Aly. If you're so powerful, why do we still live in this house and not a mansion? Why haven't you used your powers to change me into a six foot muscle man who gets any woman he wants?" you ask in disbelief.
"I have been helping you, Adam. You just don't realize it."
"Bull!"
"It's true," she explains, "unfortunately though, I can't control people's memories. Therefore, when I make a change, it has to be done subtly or else people would freak out. Just look at Sarah."
You shift uncomfortably in your seat at the mere mention of your clingy ex.
"Remember last year? When she was a chubby, bland looking girl? How she suddenly grew a few inches, lost her belly, grew a pair of D's a few weeks after she began dating you? Think that was just a coincidence?"
Alyson's biting question leaves you dumbfounded. At the time, nothing seemed odd, but now that she mentioned it, Sarah becoming such a bombshell was out of the ordinary. Unpleasant thoughts begin to race through your mind as you consider what else Aly could have influenced without your knowledge. Were your friends only your friends because of her meddling?
"No," she interjected, "like I said, I can't change memories."
"Wait," you say, "I didn't say that aloud..."
"Hello? Goddess powers? I can totally read your mind, Adam. And from what I can see, aside from your nervousness at getting your thoughts read, you seem to be taking this rather well, no?"
"You got a point. It's scary, but you've always been nice, Aly, so I trust you so far."
"Awesome! Today's gonna be a fun day."
A nervous gulp travels down your throat at the thought.
"Fun?" you ask.
"Now that you know about my powers, I can let ya choose your own rewards instead of doing them myself. Speaking of which, don't they hand back midterm grades today?"
Before you can respond, your vision fades to black. When you come to, you find yourself sitting at your desk. Aly must have transported you straight to class. The students nearby seem to have not noticed your sudden arrival. Other than that, though, the day goes on as normal, with the teacher lecturing on about some dull topic that hardly holds you interest.
About half an hour into class, you heart sinks as you hear your instructor announce that she is going to pass back midterms. Before today you wouldn't have cared, but now that you have an overbearing goddess of a sister, you can't imagine what she'll do if you failed.
Painful moments pass as the sheets are sent around before yours finally arrives. Swallowing your pride, you pick the thing up and discover that...
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