My Wish is Your Command

My name is Bill Silvers. I am 18 years old and am just about to graduate. I appear to be an average 18 year old boy. Dark hair, short about 5’4”, not very muscular, and have deep brown eyes. I was picked on a lot in high school because I was very active in high school, community theatre and chose not to have a girlfriend, and am still a virgin. I didn’t have time for a girlfriend because I was almost always at a rehearsal. Theatre is really my only passion in life. I knew that I had two choices. I could either live above their level or get even. This is a story about getting even. My senior year I spent delving into what some would call the ‘Dark Arts’. I studied and practiced diligently and now I can read minds and control people. However, there are limits. Those with strong wills are less easily manipulated and their minds are less accessible to me and I wasn’t powerful enough to change people physically. But there was still plenty of room for fun.

It’s the last day of high school. I’m sitting in my first period class. Miss Hastings is such a bitch. She almost failed me because I argued with her on symbolism in most of the novels we had to read and made a better point then she did. It seemed the bitch didn’t know anything that the Teacher’s Edition didn’t tell her. However she was a pleasure to look at. The typical blonde bimbo look. She just finished her student teaching and this was her first real teaching job. Perhaps she should be my first victim of the day.

There were others though. A few of the jocks that made my life at high school hell as well as some cheerleaders which I’d love to knock down a peg.