"Saronda! Dinner's ready!" Her thinking was shattered by the need to eat. She was hungry. "You know you like my fried chicken!"
Well, I've never had a momma makin' me fried chicken before, she thought. She reluctantly got up and sat down to the small dinner table. Just two place mats were set out on the small oak table. Well, dat's one otha change.
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Elsewhere, Shauna also ate dinner, at perhaps the nicest house she'd ever been in. She still had to remind herself that this was all hers. And this grilled chicken deal was pretty nice.
The bigger adjustment for her, though, was having her father back in her life. In this world, apparently, he had never split from her mother.
"So, are you going out tonight?" he asked, catching her by surprise.
"No..." She hesitated. I'm so confused... What do I do? She looked at herself and at those shockingly vanilla-hued hands.
"That's odd."
"Well, I have some homework to do. There's cheer stuff tomorrow, so..."
"Alright." After dinner, Shauna walked upstairs (another surprise) and sat down in her room, trying to pick up the pieces of the life she now had. A cheerleader uniform. New friends. New faces. And a phone with a screen that wasn't cracked.
