Kyla was surprised how easily a lie came to her. "I'm Ms. Jones, from the Intel Science Talent Search. Your daughter submitted a paper to us, and we were very impressed, and wanted to extend an invitation to her to visit one of our facilities for a full guided tour."
"Well, she's upstairs. Would you like to come in?"
"Only for a moment," Kyla said, not sure how long she could keep it together. She felt oddly calm though. "I do have another appointment."
She couldn't hide her surprise at who came down the stairs wearing her clothes. It was Sarah...the Queen Cheerleader of her school. Except her hair was limp, and she...she was the same girl, but the body language was off. She looked at Kyla with admiration.
Kyla was suddenly concerned. How did people see her right now? If she was to judge by the clothes, they must think her very attractive. For a moment there, she had felt pity for Sarah. And she suddenly could lie without feeling guilty. Hopefully she wasn't turning into a sociopath, but what was she turning into.
