Zoe stared at the contents of her closet. No way was she wearing any of that. Her trance was interrupted, though, by her ringing cellphone. She picked it up and looked at it. It looked the same as it normally did, although the ringtone was different. Much more upbeat than it should have been.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Zoe, it's me." It was Sabrina Johnson, one of Zoe's friends. "You would not believe what happened to me."
"Your room is different and you look like a Barbie doll?"
"How did you know that?"
"Because the same thing happened to me."
"Any idea who could have done this?" Sabrina asked. "Because I'd like to fuck them up."
"No idea."
"You know, it must have been magic, though."
"What do you mean?" Zoe asked.
"You know my pink-dyed hair, my piercings, and tattoos?"
"Yeah?"
"They're all gone. And it's like I never had them."
"That's impossible."
"That's why I said it has to be magic. Athena's the expert on this sort of thing. Someone should call her to fix this."
"Good idea." Zoe hung up and sat on her new fluffy pink bed. Her mind was still trying to cope with her situation.
Sarah stared at the contents of her closet. No way was she wearing any of that. Her trance was interrupted, though, by her ringing cellphone. She picked it up and looked at it. It looked the same as it normally did, although the ringtone was different. Much more dark and somber than it should have been.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Sarah, it's me." It was Amber Levine, one of Sarah's friends. "You would not believe what happened to me."
"Your room is different and you look like a freak?"
"How did you know that?"
"Because the same thing happened to me."
"Any idea who could have done this?" Amber asked. "Because I'd like to give them a piece of my mind."
"No idea."
"I still don't know how they did it. I can't believe that I was so unconscious that I didn't feel any pain."
"What do you mean?"
"I've got tattoos, Sarah. And piercings. Most are in my ears, but I've got two in my nose and one in my eyebrow. And I've got pink hair."
"Pink hair?"
"Yeah, just like that freaky girl at school." Then there was a pause. "You know, actually, it's exactly like that freaky girl."
"What are you getting at? That someone made you into her twin?"
"Maybe it was those Goth freaks that did this to us."
"Maybe." It made sense to Sarah that they'd pull something like this. But as determined as those freaks were, how could they give Amber tattoos without her feeling it? Or give her multiple piercings? Something else was going on here.
"I've got to go." Sarah hung up and sat on her new black bed. Her mind was still trying to cope with her situation.
