At the JV cheerleading practice before the clock switched over Sarah was instructing the girls.
"Lift her higher! Now, jump and catch!" Sarah called out as one of the girls spun in the air and her teammates caught her. "Good job, take a few minutes to rest girls. Susan, come here."
"How am I doing coach?" Susan asked, her eyes bright.
"Not bad kid, you're actually picking up on the basics faster than I thought. you would. I think..." Sarah began telling the fourteen year old. But then suddenly, everything changed. From Sarah Barry's perspective, in a fraction of a second, everything ceased to be.
Sarah's breasts shrunk, along with her frame, as she shrunk several inches. Her hair turned jet black. A pair of glasses appeared on the bridge of her shifting nose, in front of her eyes, which darkened and reshaped. Years started to be erased from her face, as she reverted back into her twenties, passing her age as Sarah McMillan, before stopping at age 11. Braces appeared on his teeth as her clothes shifted to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with graphic on it. Suddenly, she was in the bleachers outside, though she wasn't looking at the field.
"Yeong-Ja Kim, get your nose out of that book," a stern voice said. "You're here to watch your sister."
Sarah looked up, but not at the source of the voice, out onto the field. "But, she's just standing there," she said, looking down at the younger girl on the field. Her mother meant business when she called her by her given name instead of Sarah.
"She sat quietly and behaved during your violin recital," the stern voice said. Sarah turned back to the voice. "But...Mom...I played the violin...you could hear it," she pointed out.
"Yes, you did. And it was lovely. Your sister is still figuring out what she is good at."
Her mother, unknown to both of them, had only been her mother for sixty seconds or so. Monday, she'd been a student picked on by Sarah McMillan. Tuesday she'd been in detention because of a different Sarah. Wednesday, gym teacher Sarah had singled her out....but today, Sarah was her elder daughter.
At the base of the bleachers, a woman in a blouse, a tight black miniskirt, pantyhose, and a pair of 3-inch heels was leaning down over an eight year old girl in a soccer uniform...her daughter. A few moments earlier, Victoria had been in a soccer uniform, preparing to play, and the little girl, Patty, had been a grown woman and now it was the other way around.
