As for Mrs. McMillan...until earlier that afternoon, that had been Susan...but no longer in this reality. And being as Mrs. McMillan was rarely at school, it was unlikely she'd be there again in the short-term. But before today, she'd been Sabrina Johnson.
Sabrina was a member of the goth crowd similar to Zoe and her friends. She was of a more morbid sort, far more melancholy and pessimistic compared to others with her social standing. She expressed her individuality with bright pink hair and heavy black makeup. To look her in the face one may think her ill, or attempting to dress as a living corpse with the dark circles around her eyes and chalk white skin. She let few into her circle, but those that were knew she was a talented artist who worked part time at a tattoo parlor in the mall. She had designed at least one piece that had been inked on her own body, and planned to have more done. With her corset, fishnets, ripped skirt and piercings she was one of the most recognizable girls in school.
None of that life existed for Sabrina McMillan. She had been one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school in her youth. With her large breasts, bubble butt and sun kissed skin she had been scouted and lived the life of a successful model. Of course she had married a handsome CEO and lived comfortably on their money. She had initially resisted becoming pregnant, as not to ruin her figure. Her husband had wanted an heir to the business he had built, and she eventually relented. One year later Linda was born, and though her husband wanted to try again for a son she refused. She had given him a child, and if he wasn't happy with their daughter he could leave. She had been clever enough to have a prenuptial arranged before the marriage, and her husband was wrapped entirely around her finger if he wanted a cent to his name.
That wasn't to say Sabrina didn't love her husband. In truth her mindset was different compared to Susan due to the life she had been swapped into in between being a Johnson and a McMillan. She had become Sabrina Heron, a chubby little freshman who came from a poor family. She had retained some of her fashion sense, and wanted to stand out. She was naturally a nervous wallflower in that life. A girl with braces and an overbite, acne, pink hair to match one of her favorite anime heroines and a pot belly with chunky thighs and a fat ass. Where Sabrina Johnson had a strong will Sabrina Heron desperately wished to be somebody.
Now as Sabrina McMillan she retained aspects of her previous lives. She needed to be the center of attention. She refused to give up the limelight, and reveled in the superiority her natural looks and the money she'd earned gave her over others.
In short Sabrina McMillan was the kind of person her original self detested most. A shallow and vain woman who lauded superficial success over others. Someone who her original would have considered blessed from birth, with no substance. No depth of soul. A woman driven by vanity and greed.
Her daughter's success was her success. When Linda had become head cheerleader there was no celebration at the McMillan home. It was expected that she would be the best, because her mother had been, and how could she fail with her mother's genes in her?
"That sounds wonderful. Of course I want to spend the evening with you." Linda finally responded, knowing her mother had always expected that answer.
"Well then, perhaps a trip to the spa is in order? I've been needing a good mani pedi." Sabrina declared. She did love her daughter, but always thought of herself first. Linda was her child, so of course she'd want the same things.
