Her bookbag was tiny and leather, and her fingernails had polish on them, which she usually didn't except for fancy events her parents forced her to go to. She gazed down, and found her jumper was gone, replaced by a sweater that showed off her magically enhanced assets. At least the shirt fits, she thought, thinking of some of the cheerleaders whose shirts barely went below their breasts. Jon...if you are responsible for this...you'd better stay sick... she thought.
Meanwhile, Sarah McMillan didn't really pay attention to her schedule that much, so she just went where the schedule on her phone said she was supposed to be. She was still fuming about Karyn and whatever stupid clerical mistake had been made. Honestly, when she got home, she was going to get Daddy to...
"Hi, Karyn," someone said, interrupting Sarah's train of thought.
Sarah rounded on her. "I'm not Karyn," she hissed.
"Oh....you're the other one...umm...sorry...I mean...you two do look alike..."
Sarah growled at her, and walked away.
"What's her problem?" the girl muttered and moved on.
