The spell settled itself, reality followed suit, sealing itself as it did, what was fading into what is. The world became so Sarah was always the queen of the school, she remembered new memories of growing up rich, of the pride she felt when puberty hit her like a ton of bricks, the confidence stopped feeling new and became her nature, slowly suddenly she was who she was. But because she had not finished the spell, and because she was so overloaded with Essence of Cheerleader, she was subject to side effects. Mood swings, waves of harsh bitchiness born from too high expectations from life and people, followed by moments of shame and guilt and tardy remorse, followed by shopping sprees, followed by community service, followed by more bitchiness. She was a walking contradiction of grace and charmless bratty behavior, beauty hiding a beast. She lost all sense of who she was, the tame plain girl she had been was consumed in a wash of what she had become, the essences of 6 girls, all fighting for prevalence and relevance within the frame of a teenage girl, manifesting in dreams, unusual desires, and regrettable compulsions. Too often she found herself at odds with herself, wanting to be two or three things at once, and never feeling satisfied. Only on the field did she feel whole, connected to herself, and moments like that were all too fleeting reminders that something wasn't right. Eventually she could no longer contain all of what was inside her, she was in every way unstable, emotionally, physically, and increasingly mentally....and so after a month of unsettling chaos the queen of the school was given a choice: She could either find a way to replace the girls she had taken from or explode from the pressure of her contradictory nature.
And so it was that Sarah McMillian made her selections. She didn't want to give up much of what she had, for fear of letting her glory fade. So she picked Karyn and Nadine first, because she had to give them less of herself to effect change, which exactly contradicted what she was trying to do. Mrs. Holloway had drawn some out of herself, she had changed them both, but the cost was so low it might as well had been that she hadn't done anything at all. In fact it felt like she had done next to nothing at all to Karyn, who already had the body and hair to be a cheerleader, she just lacked the will. With Nadine a greater change had occurred but, much of it was unawakened in her, kept at bay by who she already had been, the quite church girl held strong over the budding cheerleader inside, who didn't amount to more the addition of make up and a cute shirt. It was clear to Mrs. Holloway that Sarah was being too stingy with who she was.
She had to go bigger, she had to let more out, a lot more! So she went for the geeks and the dweebs and the losers, people she hated but at least she felt would be changing for the better. The effect was like letting water out of a high pressure hose, nearly impossible to stop once it started, and so it was that Trinity, Jade, Jenny, Miranda and Delia were created from the whole cloth of her classmates. Mrs. Holloway had been a useful "fairy Godmother" in welding the essences that lay within her, in drawing them out and arranging them in the people she had picked, Mrs. Holloway had tried to be selective in what she gave each new girl, but much of the essences had congealed into a single being, so it was impossible to pull Jessica's beauty from Tiffany's sexual nature, or Amber's sweetness from Hannah's wealth, it all had become one, like a pizza with many conflicting toppings.
Sarah expected to be greatly diminished by the time the transfer was complete, to be less beautiful, less rich, less powerful, but she was surprised to find that everything was largely the same when she got home. Her hair was still perfect and blonde, her eyes still crystal blue, her breasts and body still perfect, her clothing still designer and her room still in a large house, furnished by rich parents who let her do as she pleased. She was the example that the other girls she had just created should hope to live up to, the best version of themselves, and she smiled at the revelation that really what she had created were groupies for herself, little followers to mold and boss around. It was a good day and exhausted she turned to her bed, falling onto her bed for the first restful sleep in a months time. She seemed to be cured, balanced, whole.
