The medallion came, in a heavily-wrapped package marked "Fragile." It was well- worn. In it was about a thousand styrofoam packing peanuts, a note explaining its abilities and offering a warning ("Too Late," chuckled Nicki,) and finally, the medallion. Nicki held it up in awe, letting its dulled, bronze surface glitter just a little in the dim room. She was too excited about it to show.
It had arrived only days before the last week of school. In the days following Katie's and her argument, Nicki had made herself scarce, but the day after the package arrived, Nicki went to Katie at her locker.
"Hey," she said, sheepishly.
"Hi," Katie retorted. They didn't want to be mad at each other anymore, but it was such a weird situation.
"Listen, I know you don't believe me," Nicki started, "but it arrived in the mail yesterday. The medallion that's going to, uh, change me back to the way I was."
"So this is for real, huh?"
"Seriously."
"Well then I wanna see it."
"Uh..." what an odd request, thought Nicki, but one that was doable. "Saturday night, come over. We'll have dinner, because it's hell to transform on an empty stomach."
"Okay," Katie nodded. "So this is really real, huh?"
"Hard enough to believe, but I'm living proof," Nicki laughed. The bell rang and they had to go to class.
