For the cheerleader, the night did not pass easily. More than once, she woke with a start, muttering things she forgot an instant later. Normally, she would have suspected something was wrong, but tonight, she merely assumed the excitement of yesterday's discovery had made her restless.
When her alarm announced the start of a new day, Sarah groaned. Hauling herself upright, she teetered off to her bathroom. After a shower, she went to her closet. Thankfully, all her outfits for the week had been carefully planned beforehand, so all she had to do was find the appropriate hanger. Soon, she brought out a pleasing ensemble sure to wow everyone at school.
Laying out the clothing on her bed, she inspected it again. Eyeing the denim miniskirt, she bit her lip. Somehow, the choice looked wrong. While she knew the importance of dressing to impress, perhaps her image did not have to be quite so girly. Returning to her closet, she swapped the skirt for a pair of jeans. On second thought, she also traded out the camisole top for a comfortable t-shirt. There, much better.
For underwear, she chose the plainest bra and panties she could find. The frillier ones made her cringe.
Once dressed, she slipped on some socks and sneakers and exited her room, only to reenter as she realized she had almost forgotten her hair and makeup. Halfway to her vanity, she finally remembered that she could have used the rock to get ready this morning.
"Ugh, I really need some coffee," she grumbled and grabbed the rock from her end table.
