Meanwhile, Sarah Slade was on a mission to figure out what was going on. Her head was filled with memories of her past life as Sarah McMillan and she was deadset on figuring out why she was now a black cop over a dozen years older than herself.
She pulled her police cruiser into the high school parking lot in search of her old posse of mean girls. They were running cheer practice on the football field just as she anticipated. The whole cheer squad appeared to be there except for Michelle and Amber, though she figured the latter might have switched lives with Danny who she saw on his way earlier.
“Hey can we like, chit-chat for a sec?” Sarah noticed Burnice and thought there was something weirdly familiar about her but unfamiliar at the same time. “Who are you?”
“Uh… Bernice McMillan.” The teenage girl replied with a quivering voice.
“Are we like, in trouble again?” Zelda asked, pouting.
“What? No I just wanna talk… wait, did you say McMillan?” Sarah turned to face Bernice.
Bernice nodded, the concern not leaving her pretty little face.
Sarah’s determination found new resolve as she furrowed her brows. “Actually, I’m going to need you to come back to the precinct with me Ms. McMillan.” She put extra stank on the McMillan part.
“R-right now?” Bernice’s heart sunk in her buxom chest.
“What do you want with her?” Erika spoke up with a flare of attitude.
“Active investigation. I’m not allowed to disclose.” Sarah replied, grabbing Bernice by the wrist and dragging her back to the police cruiser.
Bernice looked back at the cheer squad with a look of fear as they all watched her get dragged away. Well, all of them except for Erika who started wandering off with a glazed-over expression.
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Moments earlier, the vacant Derek Lettman wandered into a bedroom adorned with R&B music posters and hot pink bedsheets. The room belonged to the dark-skinned beauty Erika Webber, the strongest base on the cheer squad, known around Lake Point North High School for her shapely thick thighs, big round backside and no-nonsense attitude.
He slipped into her white sports bra, a pink tank top, and some black jean shorts that actually fit baggy around his slender hips.
“Oh my god I’m late for cheer practice. Coach is gonna beat my ass.” Derek rushed out the house.
