Later on that evening, Sarah got a couple of visitors. Namely her two other closest friends who couldn't make it to her mall outing - Tiffany Sanders and Amber Levine. They heard what the others had said about Sarah, but they wouldn't believe it until they saw it with their own eyes.
Tiffany rang the doorbell, then rang it again. She wasn't leaving until she and Amber confronted their friend. "Come on, Sarah, open up! We know you're home!"
A moment later, the door opened and both girls stared in shock. Their other friends weren't kidding. Sarah looked different. Like, bad different. She was wearing a tacky outfit, tacky hoop earrings and bracelets, and tacky heels. Even her hairstyle was different, as her blonde hair was formed into tight cornrows. What the hell was wrong with her? Didn't she know that looking like this would completely ruin her image at school?
"What ya'll yellin' about out here?" Sarah hollered.
Tiffany finally found her voice. "Sarah, have you completely lost your mind?"
"Whatchoo talkin' about?" she asked, still angry, but also confused.
"Why are you talking that way?" Amber asked.
"What way? I ain't talkin' no diff'rent dan normal," Sarah said. And as far as she could tell, that was true.
Tiffany pushed past Sarah and entered the house. Amber followed.
"Hey! I didn't say you could jus come right in!" Sarah yelled.
"Sarah, what's wrong with you? You can't tell me that you don't notice how you're acting," Tiffany said.
"Hey, what's this?" Amber said, catching their attention. She was looking at something green-colored sitting on the table in the kitchen. "A stone?" She picked it up, then got really dizzy. Seeing that she needed her help, Tiffany hurried over to her.
"Are you alright, Amber?" she asked, concerned. Her friend looked like she was about to faint, for some reason.
"Yeah, I's okay," Amber said. "What?" she asked, when Tiffany began staring at her.
"What did you just say?" Tiffany asked.
"I said I's fine," Amber replied.
"What's all da damn racket down here?" came the voice of Sarah's mother Susan. She walked into the kitchen, where all three girls were now. Apparently, at some point, she had opted to try on one of Sarah's outfits that she had just bought at the mall. The clothing didn't quite fit her, but when it looked as tacky as it was, what difference did it make, right?
"M-Mrs. McMillan?" Tiffany asked, her eyes going wide. Had everyone lost their minds?
"Wow, you lookin' stylish, Mrs. M," Amber said. "Wish I had shit like dat."
"Seriously? You think that's stylish?" Tiffany asked.
"Shore is," Amber said. "You think I could borrow ..."
"You bet, girl," Susan said. "Come on. I get you all sorted out," she said, gesturing for her to come with her to Sarah's bedroom.
Tiffany just stood there staring, as Amber eagerly followed Sarah's mother up the stairs. What had happened? One moment, Amber was fine and then the next ...
She turned and looked at the green stone sitting on the table, where Amber had dropped it. Could it be that ... no, that didn't make any sense ... rocks didn't make people act differently. But regardless of that, it seemed that this one had. "Sarah, did your mom touch that green stone?"
"Yeah, so?"
Okay, that confirmed it, right? As strange as it sounded, that stone changed Sarah, her mom, and Amber. For some reason, it made them act like trashy black girls. But what was Tiffany going to do about it? Was there any way to reverse what happened to them, or were they stuck this way forever?
