Jon hears the handle jiggle, and her heart rate spikes. "Allie! What are you doing in there? Why is your door locked? You know what the rules are."
Swiftly as she can, Jon strips out of her sweets, and struggles into a dirty pair of jeans lying on the bed. "Geez Apparently Zoe doesn't know what privacy is in this version of reality." She mutters at first, then raises her voice. "I-I'll be there in a second." She finally manages to get the denim around her hip, then proceeds to struggle with the button. What's with girls and super tight jeans? It's not until she stands, that she realizes that the T-shirt rides high enough to expose her midriff and the jeans have cuts around the knees. Spying herself in the mirror, anxiety seizes her. There's no way she can go to school. Not like this. She needs to find the stone, or find the computer, and change everything back!
She turns slowly to the door and shouts more softly "I uh, actually Zoe I'm feeling pretty nauseous I should probably stay in today."
"What?! No. Allie! Don't do this. You're already struggling enough in school."
Jon gulps as she hears the handle jiggle another time, then with the pop of the latch, the door opens. Zoe appears on the other side, a screwdriver in the emergency unlock hole of the door Jon hadn't thought about that, but then again, he hadn't considered that someone would BREAK INTO HIS ROOM. She snarls and shouts at her sister. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT!" Yet the sight of her causes Jon to pause. Zoe looks different
Apparently, his change affected his sister as well, and from the looks of it, her change worked out for her. Her usually more rounded features are replaced with an angular jaw and pointier chin. Rather than a smooth brow, she has a straight brow, giving her green eyes a far more severe expression. Her skin is light, but now has a healthy glow to it. She's still recognizably Zoe, she's just slightly more stern, and presents a striking beauty to her features. Jon gulps as she takes in the other changes. Rather than her usual goth attire, Zoe is garbed in black slacks, a burgundy paint spatter sleeveless blouse and black canvas floral toms. It's still dark and bold but almost looks slightly more ordered and clean. She even has a conservative amount of makeup on. A hand is on her hips while she sweeps her long straight ebony hair out of her face. "Dammit Alison" Zoe hisses. "Put some shoes on. You're not skipping again. I don't care what plans you think you have, you need to graduate girl. Now let's go."
Jon's mouth hangs open and she nods blankly. Rifling around a pile of dirty clothes, she finds some vans with a space nebula pattern, and slips them on. "Fine, fine."
Zoe sighs. "Mom made some egg sandwiches, you can eat as you go." With that she walks out.
Jon's mouth is dry as she looks around the room. She runs her fingers through her hair, and shakes her head. "I guess one day of school like this won't kill me." She lulls her head back. "Even though Karen might " With that, she tosses her back pack onto her back, jogs down stairs, grabs the sandwich and meets Zoe at the door. It's a half mile walk to school, just too shy for the bus to come to their house, and Jon realizes far too late that she forgot a bra.
Things jiggle and chafe, and Jon has to reiterate... "One day won't kill me."
"What's that?" Zoe asks.
"Nothing..."
