When Keisha Casey stepped off the bus, she realized something.
Everyone looked nearly the same. The same purses, the same hair, the same backpack.
She saw a huge poster on the wall, or rather five of them. Different layouts, different photos but the same candidate in the school elections.
KEISHA CASEY FOR PRESIDENT
It dawned on her. She had created a world where everyone was Keisha Casey, because they all understood her and were like her. This was a disaster.
She listened and saw girls saying "Hey Keisha" to each other as they passed in the halls.
I need to do something. But what? I can't reverse wishes...
