Mickey knew of one place at school that had clothes and that she and Sarah could enter without anyone noticing: the girls' locker room.
Sarah was right behind her, visibly uncomfortable in an outfit she had chosen for herself this morning ... when she still was her original self. Now she couldn't wait to take it off. It was causing her skin to itch. She was allergic to all things McMillan. Even her earrings, watch, and shoes felt like torture devices, painfully reminding her that she shouldn't be wearing them. "Hurry," she pleaded without the condescension of Sarah McMillan. "I need to change now! I want my real clothes! I'm not a McMillan! I'm a - I don't know who I am anymore! You have to help me!"
"Shhh!" Mickey didn't want the duo to attract attention as they entered Lake Point High's athletic complex. Then again, nobody seemed to care that Mickey and Sarah, enemies just a moment ago, were now walking together. It was as if no one could see Sarah but Mickey.
"Almost there." Mickey felt a bit silly reassuring Sarah like that. Sarah knew the layout of the complex just as well as she did, if not more as a cheerleader. But that Sarah was gone, replaced by a girl in a daze.
"Right here." Mickey stopped in front of a row of lockers. She blocked her own locker. "No, not this one. This is mine."
"But I want yours!" A hint of the old Sarah's annoyance crept into her voice as she flung her watch to the floor and kicked off her shoes.
Mickey shook her head. "You're not going to be me. You'll be ..." She looked at the five lockers around hers. Which one should she pick? Melony Tyne's? Jennifer Taylor's? Nadine Ferguson's? Thea Woods'? The one belonging to Hispanic girl whose name she couldn't remember? "Her!" Mickey pointed at the locker of ...
