Sarah turned, slowly, to see Melissa, or what appeared to be Melissa. Or was Melissa.
"Oh, hai, Sarah!" The girl bubbled. Where once had been an athletic girl with a lot of acne scars there was a fashionista, albeit one with a runner's body.
"Oh, hey, Melissa," Sarah said, one hand still nursing her forehead. She grabbed her small purse, slowly inching away from the girl. "I would love to talk - especially about that lovely skirt - but I've got to run."
The girl giggled. "Oh, running? That's so passé, girlfriend. You should dance, like me!" The girl twirled in place, striking a pose.
Not wishing to chance it, Sarah quickly made her way out of the bathroom.
The hallway was deserted, blessedly. Slowly, she made her way down the hallway
