Nadine Ferguson, a staunch religious girl, walked down the hall towards her locker. On the way, she witnessed a couple of those Goth freaks talking to each other. She had made protests to the school about allowing those "sinners" to attend, but she went unheard. Basically, the school figured that if she really did have a problem, she'd just leave the school and go to a religious school instead. So, they basically wrote her off as a nuisance, nothing more.
She stopped and sneered at one of them. Athena, she thought her name was. "Devil worshiper," she said out loud, but the witch didn't seem to hear her.
She turned back around, almost bumping into a couple of jocks, then continued on her way to her locker. That's when she noticed a slightly crumpled up sticky note lying on the floor. She picked it, meaning to throw it in the trash, but after she did, she had an overwhelming urge to read it.
"I wish that I would become more like the person I last made fun of." She paused, then made a funny expression. "What a weird thing to write down." She then crumpled up the note and tossed it towards a nearby trash can, but it hit the rim and fell to the floor instead. She walked over to pick it up and throw it away again (she didn't want to litter), but before she even took two steps, she felt dizzy. She fell against the wall, trying to find her feet, but fortunately the dizzy spell didn't last that long.
She reached up to grab her head, and that's when she noticed her hand. It was pale white. And her sleeve - it was black, instead of white. She slowly looked down at herself and nearly yelled out in shock. She was wearing a long black velvet dress with a low neckline (she could see the cleavage of her breasts) and a black corset around her waist, causing her breasts to look bigger than they were. She ran down the hall a ways and found a mirror. The person looking back at her was Nadine Ferguson, but it was a Nadine dressed like a witch, with long black hair and a pale complexion. Even her crucifix necklace had changed into a pentagram necklace that rested just above the cleavage of her breasts.
How could something like this happen to her?
