Sabrina turned on her CD player and heard generic pop music coming out of the speakers. It made her so nauseated that she immediately had to turn it off. How could someone listen to something like that and actually like it?
Suddenly, her cellphone rang. She picked it up and saw Amber's name. What does she want?
"Sabrina?" Amber asked over the phone.
"What?" she asked, sounding a bit annoyed.
But Amber dismissed it. "I feel sick. I don't know why. I just thought that ..."
At first Sabrina didn't know what Amber was talking about, but then she remembered something obvious about herself that she forgot to tell Amber about.
"I'm a smoker," Sabrina told her. "You must be experiencing feelings of withdrawal."
"So, wait a minute. Because of the switch, I'm a smoker? But I've never smoked in my life."
"You've got my tattoos and piercings and hair. Why is it so hard to believe that you've got my smoking habit too?" Sabrina asked. Truthfully, Sabrina didn't even realize that she didn't have any desires to smoke until this moment. Now it was plainfully obvious that her addiction was gone.
"Ugh," Amber groaned over the phone.
"You okay?"
"It hurts."
"Well, yeah. You've gone all day without a smoke."
"Where are they?" she quickly asked.
"Go to the desk, second drawer down from the top. It should be in the back."
Amber walked over to the desk and did as Sabrina said. The pack of cigarettes were right where she said they'd be. She frantically took one out and put it in her mouth. Then she took a lighter she found in the drawer and lit it up. She breathed in the smoke, thinking that she'd choke, but she didn't. It went down smooth, as if she had done this for a while. Which, in this reality, she probably had. Suddenly, she felt a whole lot better.
"Better?" Sabrina asked over the phone.
"Yeah. Thanks."
Sabrina hung up, and Amber sat on her bed and continued to smoke, her jitters slowly disappearing.
