The longer Sarah Slade wore the amulet, the more the magic seemed to wear off. Soon she identified much more closely with Sarah McMillan than Sarah Slade, and she missed her old life and her old body. Not that being a wide hipped 31-year-old dark-skinned policewoman was necessarily the end of the world, but there were a few key reasons she was desperate to return to her old body.
Principal among them was so she could peel that disgusting life-snatching skank Burnice McMillan off her boyfriend Steve Meadows. She was slowly formulating a plan that was risky, but it was certainly better than nothing. Unlike Zoe/Tiffany’s plan (she was still having a hard time distinguishing between the two in her head) she’d try her best to ensure it had no holes.
She had figured out by now with relative certainty that the pendant necklace around her neck was keeping her insulated from all the weirdness that was going on in the town. She guessed that, for whatever reason, wearing it makes people revert to their former identities: Tiffany Sanders, Zoe Madison, Susan McMillan– the ones that everyone seems to have forgotten about but her.
That made the next part of the plan particularly dangerous, since it involved removing this protective necklace temporarily. She figured if this was the only thing keeping her memories intact- keeping Sarah McMillan alive- the last thing she wanted to do was take it off.
Yet she felt a blazing hatred for Burnice that outshone all other concerns. This was the way to put egg on her face.
See, during some thoughtful meditation as she let the amulet mop up all the magic obscurity, she made a realization as to the skank bitch imposter’s true identity. Burnice McMillan was none other than Burt Whitefield- the wealthy businessman that edgy computer bitch lord Zelda Whitefield calls daddy. Once called daddy.
The plan starts with a clever anonymous note.
Dear Sarah,
If you’re reading this it means there is still a chance to solve this case. I can’t tell you who I am or how I know this, but you have to trust me when I say this. The only way to solve this case is by recovering the stolen amulet. It is the key to this all.
You told me you’re unlikely to believe an anonymous note like this, so you confided a phrase in me to repeat to you.
Take a whack, caddyshack.
-Anonymous ;)
That’s perfect. Next, she’d hide the note somewhere detectable but not obvious- somewhere personal, like in her pillowcase.
Next, she’d hire someone she can trust to do very important and legally gray deed. She pegged Jaylen Webber, older brother of Erika from the cheer squad, for the job. Not only did she know exactly what gets Jaylen’s clock-hand ticking, but some of his kinks would actually come very much in handy for her master plan. She was also certain her current body lies squarely in the middle of his ‘type’.
The plan was set, the only thing left was to get the ball rolling.
