Of course, I didn't get the chance to hide.. The second class ended, I was set upon by Emily, and oddly, Sarah and a few of her friends. Immediately, Emily gave me a hug, and to my horrified disgust, took a photo. I gulped; I knew I'd have Karyn teasing me about ballet within the hour. The panic must had been clearly visible.
"Anna? What's wrong? You haven't been yourself" Emily asked, obviously concerned, whilst the three older girls watched. It was an odd feeling, having Sarah and her minions genuinely concerned for me.
"I can't dance" I said.
"What are you talking about?" Emily said, but I saw Sarah had a slight, knowing smile. Instantly, I froze, fearing she somehow remembered the truth, but what she said was worse in a way.
" Know what you're thinking, Anna" Sarah said as she discretely brushed her hand against her own breast. I was initially confused, but quickly got what she was suggesting; that my increasing bust was to blame. I knew I was big for my age, and so was Sarah. I quickly gave a nod. "I'll give you some mentoring."
"Thanks" I said quickly, wanting to get out of both this building and my leotard. It was making me feel far too girly. I was bothered by the lack of Linda and Marie. Not that I actually wanted them to see me prance around in a leotard, but that they had insisted in this reality in coming to see me, yet not actually stay.
"Anna, you've been on the verge of panic, and you still look like... of course. Marie. And they say, you're the ditz out of us" Emily said.
"Hey!" I protested.
"Worried about your cousin?" Tiff asked.
"Yeah, but..." The new Marie was more annoying than Mikey ever was.
"Don't."
"Marie is so annoying" I whined., to a few chuckles.
"Suppose she is, but she is cute" Emily said.
"Cute?"
"For sure. She'll probably try and match you, Anna."
I winced at the idea of wearing matching clothes, since did not want to wear overly girly revealing clothes like her, then winced even more as I heard the familiar sound of my former mom turned aunt's heels. I was too late in getting changed. As she and Marie reappeared, my face fell. Linda was exactly the same, but Marie was not. She still had he same brown hair, but it was now in a ballet bun. She also was in her own pink leotard. The big change was she lost half her age, making her even younger than the original Mikey. I gave a panicked giggle; all this time I had been worried about being turned into a child myself, yet it happened to my bratty, immature 'cousin'.
"Joanna? Are you gonna watch my class?" The now eight year old little girl pleaded.
"Sure" I said, smiling a little at the irony.
