"You stupid bitch," Mickey spat at Sarah McMillan.
"Shut up, you freak," Sarah spat back.
No one really knew what the two girls were fighting about, but by now it didn't really matter. They hated each other so much that fighting with each other was inevitable, no matter the reason.
"Come on, babe," Rachel said, her voice still deepening. "Just leave the freak alone. I ... I have to tell you something," she said.
"What is it?" Sarah asked, her attention shifting to her girlfriend. Something about that thought sounded odd to her, but why should it? Sarah was bi-sexual, so there was no problem with having a lover who was a girl, especially a girl like Rachel who almost looked like a guy.
"Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but ..." Rachel drifted off. Just tell her, man, she thought to herself. Tell her you aren't attracted to girls anymore.
"Come on, Rachel. Spill it," Sarah said.
Mickey walked away, seeing that the argument was over.
"Well, I don't think ..." Rachel started, but then suddenly stopped and turned around.
Sarah would have been puzzled by it, but she found herself turning around as well. She suddenly felt like an impostor. Like she was living someone else's life. She needed to find a new life, her true life.
Meanwhile, at the McMillan house, Carla McMillan stepped out of her bedroom. She panicked, wondering why she was at home when she should have been at school. But then she remembered that it was lunch time. Students were allowed to leave the school for just that period if they had a good reason to. She must have just come back home to pick up something, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember what.
