Linda Jennings and Jennifer Taylor stood in the shade of a tree near the building for their next class. The oddness of their new faces and Jennifer's new dark hair still stood out without the morning sun directly directly shining on them.
"If I don't look like anyone you know," said Linda, "maybe that person doesn't exist anymore. Let's see if her name rings a bell. She's Sarah McMillan."
"Sarah who?" asked Jennifer.
"The girl who walked past us yesterday after you tried to change the branch back to light blue. She was with her usual entourage of football players: Biff, Mike Matthews, Chris Freeman. You wished you had a bust like hers to get the boys to look at you."
"No, that's not how I remember it. I wanted a bust like Lauren O'Brien's. I don't know who this Sarah ... what was her name again?"
"McMillan," answered Linda.
"Like the tech company?"
"Yeah, MTI, where my dad works."
"But you do know who Lauren is, right?"
"Of course," replied Linda. "Stuck up, vain, bright red hair and blue eyes, porcelain skin, perfect curves, a few freckles on her nose ... which is kinda shaped like mine right now."
"That's her," said Jennifer. "At least one person hasn't changed. But why did you change?"
"And you," added Linda. "You changed too."
"Maybe ... unless the magic changed your memories of me and my sister so you thought we were taller blondes ... but why would it do that? Could this Sarah McMillan be another memory implant?"
"No, she's been in our classes all our lives. She is - was - as real as you or me. But now she's gone. I never liked her, but now I miss her a little. I'm even kind of scared for her. What happened to her?"
