Sarah scowled. "I suppose so" she said.
"You suppose so?" I countered.
"You have something I want" Sarah said, but from her facial expression, I knew there was something else. Then it hit me. Sarah's too personalities were almost the complete opposites and she needed someone to talk to, to make sense of things, and the oly people she could was mom, Karyn and myself. Karyn was out; no matter what changes that occurred, their hated remained stronger than ever. Mom was out too, since Sarah blamed her, least more than she blamed me... wait... did I just think of Zoe as 'mom... oh God...
"Something wrong?" Sarah demanded, quietly but forcefully.
"Yeah, but you're not going to like it" I whispered back. Sarah didn't reply. instead she grabbed my left arm and dragged me, much to my surprise, my own room. It was still sickingly girly and I wondered how long would the magic take to adjust it since it made no sense for a teen girl to have a room designed for a girl a decade younger. Plus I knew Sarah was afraid that it could become her room instead of mine. Of course, i was afraid that something could happen, like one or both of us changing to fit in better.
"Why here?" I demanded. "Your room is bigger and I know..."
"I'm afraid of what is in my room, Anna. Least I know your room" Sarah said, stressing the part of 'your room'. I could tell she was barely holding it together. "I don't care what mom says. I need that stone. I don't know what is real anymore."
I stared at Sarah nervously. "What do you mean? You know the rich.. um.. version of yourself was the real one."
"You meant 'the bitch'?" Sarah said flatly.
"Yeah.."
"But I can't be her" Sarah said despairingly, much to my surprise.
"I think the irony of the stone turns someone into their own antithesis. Look at mom. She is much more maternal and loving.."
"Yeah right" Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm serious. Mom was always much nicer to me, but she is acting more like Aunt Linda than she realizes. Of course, they somehow remained their distaste for each other, the same way you've maintained your dislike of Karyn. You're still you, Sarah.
"Thanks, sis. So what's this thing that I won't like?"
I hesitated, then sighed. "I think we're being molded more into a family."
"What makes you say that?" Sarah asked.
"You have your pre-wish memories. Other than 'loser' what did you call me?"
Sarah blushed slightly, but her face quickly twisted to horror. Her horrified expression was enough; I didn't need the answer. "I-I can't remember. How? I remember everything else. I remember you being some stupid nerd boy, but i can't actually remember your name."
"It gets better, sis. I'm starting to think of mom as 'mom'. Of course, I know its' 'Zoe', but its seems more natural" I said dryly.
Sarah frowned. After five minutes of staring blankly into space, then at me, she said, "Okay. if we're going to stuck like this, I need you to be a girl."
"What!?!"
"I'll teach you. Starting with makeup" Sarah said. She quickly got off my bed and rushed outside, presumingly for her own room.
