Meanwhile, Melissa was still trying to figure out what was happening. Things seemed to be getting worse for her. Not only was she talking with an accent, but it was getting worse.
She was starting to experience English as a second language. She thought she was thinking in English, but she must not be, or everyone else suddenly was speaking a foreign language because she had to concentrate to communicate with others. Yukio had spoken...before this nightmare...nearly perfect English by comparison.
It was rather humbling when reading and speaking become a chore. Even worse, she saw her best friend, Jessica, approaching with this new Yukio.
Yukio pulled Jessica along gently. "I'm not crazy. I want to prove it to you," she insisted. She spotted Melissa farther down the hallway and suddenly...again...it was like a switch flipped inside of her.
Jessica could see this from up close. Yukio suddenly stopped pulling on her hand and her whole demeanor changed. It wasn't until that moment that she had noticed how differently Yukio had been acting. Yukio normally moved like a cat. A very sexy and deadly cat. She'd been moving like a mouse, if an insistent one, until that moment.
Jessica admired her friend greatly, most of the time. Sarah McMillan had boys drooling all over her. Yukio chose the boy she wanted at any given time, taken or not, and drew them into her web like a spider and then discarded them in such a way that they could easily be picked up again later with little effort. In that regard, she made Sarah McMillan look like a rank amateur.
Unknown to her, that Yukio had only been wished into existence less than an hour earlier. Her previous friend, Melissa, had not been quite so bad, nor had old Yukio been quite like the new Melissa, the wish taking them to different extremes.
Yukio, Jessica at her side, sauntered over to Melissa.
