"Where are your regular clothes? Did you stash them in your locker?" The older girl demanded. She looked to be a senior, and her tone was certain to the point that Sarah wasn't sure what she should do.
The girl, who she would later learn was Sydney's...her...sister Amanda, urged her down the hall. "You gave me your combination because you kept forgetting it," she said, unlocking the locker and discovering a gym bag full of clothes inside.
She pulled Sarah into the girl's locker room to change. Sarah looked at her. "What's wrong with my clothes?"
"If you want to get grounded for life," Amanda insisted. "Are you all right? You're acting really weird."
She doesn't know the half of it. Sarah thought. She'd better do what she said before she got herself put away.
She took off her clothes. "Jeeze, did you raid Victoria's Secret for that, or something?" Amanda said, passing her a much plainer bra and panties.
The rest of the clothes were just as plain and uninteresting. A pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers...average unisex teenwear, although with a feminine cut. They weren't unflattering, but they didn't emphasize her assets either.
Amanda helped put Sarah's hair into a simple ponytail, and she looked in the mirror. I go from glamorous goddess to nobody overnight. She thought. Being pretty and popular wasn't just what you had, but how you accessorized and acted.
"Look, sis," Amanda said. "I know it's been hard since we moved here, but, dressing up like one of those cheerleader sluts isn't going to get you any friends."
What did you know? That's how you get friends, Sarah thought. Unless you're a loser. All her years of work becoming popular, all gone. She needed to figure out what was going on and get back her life.
