Mrs. Finch looked down at herself. "I can't believe that your parents actually allow you to dress this way. You dress like a slut ... you know that,right? Why,when I went to school ..."
"Stop this! Whatever you're doing,stop it!" Sarah yelled,but then she felt an even stronger headache come on.
"I couldn't if I wanted to," Mrs. Finch said. "It can't be stopped once started." The headache hit so powerfully that Sarah blacked out.
When she woke up, a teenager was standing over her. An attractive brunette dressed like a slut...honestly, how her parents let her...
Sarah froze...the thought had come from her, but it was what Mrs. Finch had been saying.
