When Amanda and the other kids entered the school, they saw the hallways were practically empty. A few students looked up at a clock hanging on the wall to see that they all had less than 5 minutes to get to their first class.

Pretty soon, they all dispersed, going their separate ways as they made their way to their respective classes.

Amanda went down the English hallway and entered Room #139, Mrs. Harris' room. And just like when she first got on the bus earlier, every head turned in her direction as she walked inside.

"Hello, Amanda," the teacher said, upon first seeing the now massive teenager. "Please take your seat."

Amanda made her way to her usual seat, which was the very last seat in the far corner of the room. Jack, a boy that sat in the front row of the class and had always had a crush on Amanda, looked up at her in disbelief as she passed him. He always thought she was attractive, but now, in his opinion, she was downright gorgeous.

She sat down and got out the things she needed for the class. Amanda also noticed the ray gun sitting in the bottom of her backpack.

"Jesus, Amanda," she heard a voice say beside her. Looking over, Amanda saw it was Sarah, the head cheerleader at school. One of the disadvantages of sitting in the very back of class was having to be seated next to her. "What the hell did you do to yourself?"

"What, you mean you don't like it?" Amanda asked, knowing the answer to her question even before she asked it. Amanda looked down proudly at her arms while she casually turned her wrist and flexed the enormous bicep of her left arm, much to Sarah's chagrin.

"God, no," Sarah replied with a look of disapproval on her face. "You look horrible. Though if you try out for football, you should be able to make the team." Amanda looked away, a mix of anger and hurt feelings. She almost felt like crying. An expression of satisfaction crept along Sarah's face as she watched Amanda's reaction. Her words had the desired effect she wanted them to have.

The teacher began her lesson, but Amanda was having a hard time concentrating, still replaying Sarah's words in her head. But then again, Sarah always had the ability to do that, with whomever she talked down to. Amanda knew she wanted to get back at the cheerleader, not only for the comments she made just now, but for the years of torment she had suffered from Sarah and her friends. She just didn't know how yet.

Amanda reached inside her backpack for something when she noticed the device again. She looked down at it for a moment, trying to contemplate her next move. Setting her backpack on her lap, she reached inside and held it in her hand.

Amanda had a plan forming. She thought about growing herself even more, becoming more muscular, more powerful. Maybe even a little bit taller, too. Then again, she was in class and Amanda knew she couldn't grow too much. I mean, not without drawing a lot of unwanted attention to herself in the process.

Then again, she could just use the gun on Sarah, maybe shrink her down a foot, or more. Or take away those pretty curves that she had worked so hard for, turn her into a flat-chested waif that no one found attractive anymore. Or both.

So, what did Amanda do?