"God, what was her deal?"
Karyn was sickened by the fact that Paige McMillan, sister of Sarah, even looked at her, let alone smiled. She may've accidentally changed her life by wishing for their hair and bra size, but the McMillan's sickened her, all the way from their Marc Jacobs tops to their True Religion jeans.
How she wished on that stone and where it went, she couldn't remember. She only remembered that the McMillans were class-A stuck-up bitches. She'd have to tell Leonard and Gladys about it at lunch.
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The shrill ringing of the last bell echoed through the hallways as Paige quickly reassembled Sarah's locker and refreshed her lip gloss in the mirror, with no stone in sight.
By now, she was looking forward to taking a long bath back at home to rejuvenate her aching muscles. Being popular was hard work! She always had to make sure her makeup was perfect, her hair was just-so, and that the seams on her clothes were straight. Not to mention smiling all the time. It was brutal! Maybe her mom would throw in some epsom salts.
Paige's mind was constantly on the stone, too. She missed Karyn's companionship, even if she had a small following already. Mandi, Ashley and Jenni were great to keep her company, but without Karyn, she found it way too easy to slip into conversation about New York's Fashion Week and the latest Jersey Shore when she really wanted to argue that Han shot first, and Khan was the best movie villain ever.
But where was the stone? If it wasn't in Sarah's locker, it had to be somewhere else.
Paige's brow furrowed. The only other logical place would be Sarah's cheerleading locker in the gym. But, to get access, would she have to become a cheerleader? She let loose an inadvertent, and very girlish gasp as she imagined the scene.
It seemed like a big challenge, but without that stone, who knew what would become of her. Paige's future goals* didn't_ include ski bunny, surf babe, or back-up dancer. She just wanted to be Jon. But that might mean she'd have to turn up the pep. That was her next step.
