Two More Friends (Victims)

Meagan leaned forward so she could talk to Allison. "Why does there have to be so many *freaks* in this class?" There was only Sabrina, Amber, and Melissa, but to Meagan that was three too many. Allison turned around and opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then she immediately shut it. Then her face contorted into an expression of disgust. "Eww. Don't talk to me, you *freak*." Meagan didn't have time to wonder why her friend said that, because she was shocked into silence by Allison's ... well ... metamorphosis. At first, Meagan was looking at her normal friend: blond hair, tanned skin, and red tank top (from what she could see from where she was seated). But then at the next moment, Allison was *completely* different, as if someone flipped a switch. Her hair was now black with white strands running through it, her skin was pale white, and her tank top was gone, replaced with an inky black corset. Her previous look of disgust was gone, now replaced with a grin. "Are you going to Steve's party?" *What's she talking about?* Meagan thought to herself, and was about to ask *her* that question. But before she could, her mouth opened by itself and said "Fuck yeah." It was loud enough to grab the teacher's attention, who was still at the front of the room teaching. "Miss Richards. That sort of language is not allowed here. Do it again and I'll give you detention." Meagan sat back in her seat, crossing her arms. *Detention?* the real Meagan thought inside her head. *But I didn't **say** that!* Then her mouth moved by itself again. "Bitch," she whispered. She couldn't believe that she said that. She *liked* Mrs. Edmonds. They got along great with each other. But now, all of a sudden, they were like enemies. What was happening? Sabrina, in the meantime, smiled to herself. She just got two more friends ... *and* victims.