As she walked to her locker, she passed by a few cheerleaders grouped together. They were discussing their plans for the weekend, which apparently involved shopping and a party. Nothing that Sabrina was interested in.
"Hey, check out the freak," one of them, named Amber, said. The other girls laughed.
Sabrina smiled. Amber was almost as bad as Sarah McMillan when it came to belittling, so this was going to be a pleasure.
Amber suddenly moved away from her friends and walked towards Sabrina. She had no control over her body! She couldn't even turn her head.
"Sabrina, wait!" she yelled out.
The Goth girl stopped in her tracks and turned towards Amber. She was smiling. Why is that freak smiling? Amber thought to herself. But soon her confusion was replaced with horror, as she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. She was a freak! Just like Sabrina. Her perfectly tanned skin had become pale white. Her blond hair was now black. Her pink tank top and short white miniskirt were gone, replaced with a black corset and ripped black skirt, with black and white striped stockings on her legs. And on her feet were black knee-high lace-up boots with three-inch stacks, instead of her usual 4-inch open-toe heels. On her face was black lipstick, black eyeliner, and black eyeshadow. On her nails was black polish. It was horrific.
"Hi, Amber," Sabrina said.
"Hi," Amber said, surprisingly good-hearted. What's going on?! Amber thought. I can't talk, I can't move. It's like someone else has my body! She felt like crying, but she couldn't. She could only observe and think.
"I love your outfit," Amber continued. No, no, no. I hate her outfit.
"Thanks," Sabrina smiled.
