God, her boobs looked great, Karyn thought as she turned left and right and admired herself in the mirror. Life after that wish was a hassle, but that isn't to say she didn't enjoy the view from time to time.
But she was getting really bored. That conversation at lunch was worse than nails on a chalkboard.
Karyn shook her head back and forth as the wet, golden tendrils of her hair swung back and forth across her face. She couldn't shake the feeling like something wasn't right. And it all seemed to be centered around Paige McMillan. There was some bad mojo around that one. She didn't like the looks she got that day at all from that little tart; high school freshman, going on trophy wife.
She cringed and toweled off quickly, heading down the hallway to her room. Something was up, and she was going to have to find out what it was. As she picked out a nightshirt from her dresser, she thought back to what Gladys said:
"It's not like she can even do anything. She's just a freshman, we'll hardly see her."
Maybe she was right -- Karyn wouldn't have to see Paige much. She was probably just paranoid. In a week or two, the younger McMillan would be too busy gushing about a new Burberry purse to even pay any attention to her.
She could only hope so.
