Amy finally caught up with her, but wondered if this was all worth it to make friends with the upperclassman. After all, hadn't they just skipped class? And for what reason? Why was Myka so determined to get here? Where was here? Who lived here?
Myka grunted in annoyance, not even realizing that she was still changing, slowly. Catching her breath, not being as athletic as her potential friend, Amy said "Myka? Why did you run all the way here? What's so important at ..." she looked at the name on the mailbox "... the Warren residence?"
"Wait, is that where this is?" Myka asked, recognizing the last name.
"Yeah...I was trying to ask you a question and you just ran off..." Amy said, frustrated. "And you didn't answer me, and I thought something was wrong. We're going to get in trouble."
"I was chasing Karyn."
"Karyn Black?"
"Look...umm...Amy," Myka said. "I'm in the middle of something...I don't want to get you in trouble."
Amy got the distinct impression that Myka was trying to remember her name. Amy was trying to find her place in high school, and making friends with an older girl who was popular seemed a good way. Myka was also nice, unlike some of those bitchy types. "Well, I thought something was wrong," she said. "Are you sure you're all right?"
One thing Myka wasn't aware of...actually, one of many things, was that as she aged, her brain was maturing and she was becoming less prone to impulsive decision making, though at the moment, she was still in panic mode. "Well..."
Karyn blinked and looked around the strange bedroom, very confused. Wasn't she just at the high school? How did she get here? Looking down at herself, she was further confused by her attire, which was a dress that looked pretty, yet also professional. Spotting her original clothing in a pile on the floor, she quickly discarded the dress, then donned her original clothes. Then she headed straight to the front door, and exited, spotting Myka Gibson and some freshman standing at the mailbox.
Myka thought quickly. "You put on Miss Warren's clothes, right?" She asked.
"Who?"
"She's an elementary school teacher," Myka said.
"How could you..."
"It's been happening to people all over town..." Myka said. "It's like a chain. Someone grabbed your clothes and then you grabbed new ones. It happened to me too...it's messing with reality. I tried to tell...Gena..."
"You tried to get help from Gena?" Karyn asked. "Why didn't you come to Zendaya and I?"
"Well..." Myka said.
Amy paused. This was getting entirely too weird for her. "I'm....not sure what you two are into...but I'm going back to school before I get in trouble. Maybe one of you could tell the teachers that I was helping you." She began to head back in the direction of school.
That left Karyn and Myka to walk back. "You are going to have side effects," Myka said. "I mean...people are changing. I...wasn't a freshman this morning."
Karyn looked at her. "You aren't a freshman, Myka."
