"What the hell did you do to your hair?!?" Tiffany, head cheerleader yelled.
"You look like a Lady Gaga reject!" Mimi, Art Club attendee gagged.
"Are you on drugs Rachel? Seriously, maybe you need help." Mark proposed.
Standing in front of them was Rachel Oswell. Previously a bright, but otherwise "normal" and down to earth student, what stood in her friends faces now horrified them. Rachel had dyed her hair in strips of white and pink, and combed her bangs down across her face. Her wardrobe had become a mishmash of vinyl tops and thigh-stretching mini-skirts, rubbery stomper boots and fishnets across her legs and arms. Poofy shoulders darted out her arms and garner belts held up one of her town stockings underneath the mesh net. Rachel's face had been coated with bright and creamy, shiny makeup. She pucked up her lips with shiny pink lipgloss and powdered her face pale, occasionally touching up on her dark panda eyes and thick thick eye-lashes. Standing out even among the makeup was her demeanor, everywhere she walked seemed full of prep and cheer to her step. She approached everybody with a certain giddiness and wore her smile as wide and bright as can be.
"Oh it's okay, I feel fine. Super duper, well totes great really! Call me, 'Raven' now. Rachel doesn't fit anymore." She told them, her voice sounding more squeaky and high-pitched than usual.
Her friends could only look onward with a combination of confusion and fear, maybe just a tad bit of disgust. Their revulsion and criticisms of her attire were lost on her. Raven broke into a fit of giggles, coming to a fall stop only to reach out of her new skull-decorated Purse and show them her newest obsession.
"It's this new shampoo my mother gave me guys, you've got to try it! It'll sooo change your life!"
