Sarah turned her attention back to Sophie, then charged towards her. "What did you do to them?!" But then she stopped when she saw her boyfriend Biff wrapping his arm around Sophie's waist. Biff would never leave her for someone like Sophie. What was happening?
"She's not a dweeb," Biff said. "She's crazy." He pulled Sophie a bit closer to her. "Come on, baby," he said, urging her along gently. Sarah saw Sophie's face, a mix of fear and shock, and as Biff's hand held her, a bit of pleasure.
Sarah, angry as she was, realized that Sophie didn't know what was going on either. She let Biff drag her away. Sophie probably didn't know what to do with a real boy anyway. She was, no doubt, still a virgin, the little dweeb. She would get to her later. Right now, she needed to figure out how own situation, and get out of these clothes. She had her cheerleader outfit in her locker, if she could get to it.
She slunk through the crowds, acting as if she owned the place, and opened her locker. Her magazines had been replaced by library books, Biff's picture had been replaced by that old guy she saw on posters sometimes, and she found several papers with her name on it that she hadn't even started yet, as well as an old raincoat hanging where her cheerleading uniform was supposed to be. This wasn't her stuff at all.
She'd have to go home to change.
