I was beyond horrified at the sight of my 'friends' since I thought I had escaped them thanks to my regression. "Mom.." I squeaked, turning slightly to Zoe.
"I can see it" Zoe said. "We don't have much time. I can look into this. Meanwhile, just shut up and...."
"Arrrghh. Moooom" I whined. Katie and Paige annoyed me as thirteen year old. Ten year old versions of them would be far more painful. Zoe just smirked, she gathered her things, leaving me with my 'friends'.
"Are you okay, Anna? You seem annoyed with something" Paige asked.
"You're such a ditz, Paige. It's Annie's mom..." Katie said, saving the effort. I grimaced; nothing had really changed with our change. We were still 'close' , Paige and Katie were still ditzy, and suffocatingly girly. I wondered what other horrors would await me, praying my increasing girlish impulses could be kept in check. Unsure where to go, I allowed the two girls to lead me to class. When we arrived I gasped in shock. The entire class from the day before were waiting for me, all reduced in age.
"What's wrong, Anna?" the younger Emily asked.
"She's looking for a better hairstyle, Kat. I can't believe you still use pigtails" another sniped. I frowned. Luna was a bitch as a thirteen year old and her younger version was still a bitch. I planted my hands on hips, annoyed. "Jealous?" I demanded, causing them to bounce slightly.
"Of you? What are you going to do, Annie? Run off to mommy?" Luna smirked.
"Don't listen to that bitch, Annie" Katie said. The majority of the other girls seemed to side with me, but I wasn't relieved, since I didn't want to play social politics with a bunch of kids. I had a thought, and opened my phone to check the date. Going back in time would explain the whole regression and Marie. It would be more ironic if my brother turned girl cousin's true age was my former age, but once glance told me it was the same year... okay, we hadn't gone back in time.. not that would be any better..
"Anna" Paige said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry" Great. Now they think I'm a ditz because I spaced out.
"How was class last night?"
"Class?"
"Anna. I know you. You wouldn't miss class even with you hitting your head.."
"it was fine" i said, stunned. Firstly since me hitting my head seemed to had happened in this reality, and worse, I instinctively did a ballet pose. What is wrong with me?
It got worse. Class was dull, since I already knew all of it, and it gave me a headache Once that made me feel my brain was being stuffed with cotton candy. So did the conversations with Paige and Katie, which unlike the previous day, I was starting to take a more active role in. i knew what it meant; i was starting to be molded into a ditzy, girly girl. Math proved it; when I was called up in front of class and I couldn't answer the question. I knew what i had to do.
'Mom get me out of this damn school' I messaged Zoe.
"Not in class, young lady" the message came back. I rolled my eyes.
'Don't play games with me. i feel like I'm becoming more like.. this every second.'
The replay was ominous. 'Got a theory. Going to test it, but you're not going to like it '
