As Karyn walked down the hallway, she felt something that was the opposite of a shiver down her spine. It was more like the feeling of popping a whole, warm, soft-boiled egg in your mouth and biting into it. The feeling of runny yolk exploding around your tongue and sliding down the back of your throat.
She paused. She brought a hand to her forehead. And she leaned back against the wall of the hallway.
"Karyn! There you are!"
It was the same words that Sarah had spoken to her before class, but the voice was more masculine, the expression more desperate. "Jon?"
"What happened to you, are you alright?"
Karyn blinked. She looked down at herself. "What the hell am I wearing?"
"I don't know, when I walked into English class you were already dressed like this, sitting in the back of the room with," Jon paused because even he wasn't fully sure the end of this sentence made sense, "with Sarah McMillan."
Karyn's memory suddenly returned to her. "Sarah brought me these clothes," she breathed. "We went into the bathroom, and I changed into these clothes, and then we threw away my old clothes, my regular clothes."
"Then let's get them back."
The two returned to the restroom where Karyn had changed, Jon waiting just outside the doorway as the girl entered. To her dismay, the garbage had been collected some time during first period, and the trash bin was now empty with a clean liner. Her clothes were gone. She was stuck in this outfit for the rest of the day.
Even worse, she felt a shiver go down her spine as a toilet flushed and a stall door opened.
"Karyn?" Sarah's voice echoed off the tiles.
