Tina sat on the bench mutely. She didn't understand what was going on. Last night, she'd gone to bed a good, honest, Christian teen...and white, for that matter. Apparently, today, she was young black orphan with a history of theft and mouthing off to authority figures.
That wasn't her, or at least that wasn't who she thought she was. She'd caught sight of her reflection...her new reflection. She was thin and wiry, and looked rather athletic. She'd put her age at 12 or 13...maybe 14 at the oldest.
Suddenly, jolting her back to alertness, someone embraced her. "Chrissy, you had us worried sick," an oddly familiar female voice said.
She looked up. There were two women standing there, looking oddly familiar. It took her a moment to recognize them. They'd been Goths...devil worshippers! She recognized the one who hugged her as Zelda, and the other one as Athena. Except they were dressed much more normally. Athena was still all in black, but it was much more formal. Zelda was dressed more casually.
They were supposed to be her foster parents? How was that possible?
