Susan, on the other hand, went to a nearby bathroom. That was her one chance to be noticed by the popular girls...and she'd blown it. Of course, little did she know she'd already gotten that chance and wasted it. Perhaps someone else would do better with the chances she'd had.
Barbara had spent her first fourteen years as Barb Harris. She'd spent one day as Barbara Wright, who wasn't that different from her previous incarnation. Today however, as the dark haired teen headed out of the school, her life was about to take a definite turn. It started with her hair, which turned long and blonde, which tied itself up into a professional looking bun. Her body grew out of its awkward teen years, accelerating toward middle age, but looking years younger...clearly someone who worked out and took care of herself. The entire enhanced package was wrapped up in serious looking yet stylish outfit.
Barbara McMillan looked around. She'd told her daughter to meet her but where was she? She was probably talking to her friends. Which was fine on most days...but not when her mother cleared her schedule to spend time with her. She hadn't been to the high school in a while. The principal kept trying to get her to speak to students to 'inspire' them. She liked meeting talented young minds and she would do that again...but the disinterested bunch they'd had her speak to last time...they couldn't even give her an honors class to talk to? She had a company to run.
There were a few good things her ex-husband Richard had given her. Her daughter. Early deals when she needed a 'bro' to convince powerful men to invest. And a divorce after she found he was having an affair with her most trusted executive. She'd taken Richard to the cleaners...he was off with his new wife making real estate deals and using his boys club contacts to do whatever he wanted. She had the company. Sure, Richard still had a stake...but she'd made sure the board would side with her.
A blond haired girl hurried up to her. "Sorry I'm late...something really weird just happened."
Barbara paused. "Oh?" She asked, curious. She did have a curious mind.
"This girl just freaked out all of the sudden. She said that everything was wrong...that she didn't belong here...last I saw, her friends were trying to calm her down, but..."
"Probably on drugs or medication," Barbara said to her daughter. "I hope she gets whatever help she needs. Let's get going..."
They headed toward her car. The teen climbing into the car next to Barbara hadn't been her daughter for any longer than Barbara had been her mother, not that either of them knew that.
