Hey wonderful readers! I (hopefully) updated sooner than the last time :) I got many wonderful reviews, and I thank you all for that. This chapter may not be my best, I wrote it mostly on the 8-hour drive to my gym meet in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho (In which I got first on beam and vault, second on floor, third on all around, and seventh on bars, not that you care :P). I had so much fun writing this on my new computer! We now have Word 2016 and it's soooooooooooooooooooo nice! Hope you guys enjoy!

Don't own any of the characters, they are merely previously created pawns by Shannon Messenger that I move to make a story

I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in a very fluffy pillow. Do I have to go, Mom? I fantasized managing to skip school, but I knew my mother would never let me stay home unless I was sick. I swiped at my alarm clock, aiming for the snooze button. Instead, I hit a nose and earned a surprised yelp. Then I realized where I was.

It still happened sometimes, waking up and thinking I was still a twelve-year-old human attending senior classes. I would imagine the day ahead, full of bullying and grumpy teachers. But when I opened my eyes, I'd always still be in my huge bedroom in the Elven world, and would have Foxfire to look forward to, not high school.

I peeked through my heavy eyelids to see who I hit, and was a bit shocked when Biana fell in my line of sight, huffing and rubbing her nose. Then I remembered the night before and felt my face heat up.

"Sorry," I grumbled (or something close to that), sitting up. I yawned and stretched, trying to force my exhausted brain into action.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," Biana said too cheerfully. She skipped around the room, already dressed and ready to go. I just sat on her bed and glared at her.

"Define good."

"Fine," Biana said, making a little pouty face that I wanted to slap off of her face. Sometimes I just hate that girl. "Be that way. But I think your just grumpy because you didn't get enough sleep."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," I said, sarcasm so clear you would have to be either mostly deaf or below the age of three to miss. "When did you get up?"

"Oh, probably about two hours ago," she said, inspecting her perfect nails. "I had to re-paint my nails and – "

I cut her off. "And why did you wake me up this early?" I squinted at the clock, which read 6:25.

"We have to go to Foxfire, dummy," Biana said. Crap. She grabbed my wrists and pulled me rudely off of the bed. I pushed her away, but then instantly found myself on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Biana asked, looking down at me with a concerned face. "You just sort of crumpled." She stuck out a hand, but I ignored it and gripped the bed instead. Pulling myself up, I wobbled a little bit before falling back down. What the heck is wrong with me? The reality struck me like a cold bucket of water.

I rolled some of Biana's borrowed pink pajama pants up to reveal my leg, greener than last night, with some scale-like patches of skin closer to my foot. I heard Biana gasp and start a string of questions, each one faster and more absurd than the last. I disregarded my friend, and instead looked at my other limb. I sucked in a breath at what I saw.

Overnight, whatever was happening had apparently spread to my other leg and had made it so both were hard to control. I rolled up my shirt a little bit to see that the color had spread about midway up my belly, like poison.

Biana, not to be unnoticed anymore, screamed, "MOM!" at the top of her lungs. I was quick to shush her, but not quick enough.

Della burst into the room. "What? What is it?"

"It's Sophie," Biana said, pointing a finger at me. "She's green."

My friend's mom rushed to my side and knelt down, tenderly touching my skin. I had become hot and sweaty, and her fingers felt like heaven, cold as a cucumber on my cucumber-colored legs. Though it felt nice for me, it didn't feel as good on her end. Della quickly pulled back her hand, and instead stared at me worriedly.

"You feel like you've been tested for Freezing multiple times," she said. Biana shuddered, obviously remembering standing in an oven for a whole class period.

"Did you do anything out of the ordinary last night?" Biana pressed, probably also attempting to extract from me where Keefe and I had been at the dance.

"Oh, I know what this is from," I said, pulling out my Imparter. "I just don't know how to fix it."

"Who are you calling?"

"Elwin."

"I've never seen anything like this before," Elwin said, rubbing his chin. He had arrived at Everglen about ten minutes ago and was still puzzling over my situation. I had called Keefe, too, so I could ask him about the G.O.O.P., but he had yet to arrive, as well as Edaline and Grady did. Fitz and Biana had left for Foxfire, much to Biana's dismay, and Alden was at work, so it was only Della, Elwin, and I.

"So you can't feel anything in your legs?" the bespectacled doctor asked me, continuing to flash lights around my green skin.

"No."

I jumped (which made Elwin jump, since I almost hit him with my limp leg) as a sharp 'ding' rang throughout the mansion. Della rushed out of the room, blinking in and out with worry.

Moments later, Keefe and my folks hustled through the doorway, each one looking more concerned than the last. Edaline and Grady both hurried to my side, and Keefe looked about to do the same, but I shot him a warning look. I didn't want to have to deal with relationship questions as well as the frantic "are you okay," the general "does this hurt," and the unusual "have you been kidnapped in the last 48 hours."

After the newcomers were properly assured that I was fine, Keefe spoke up. "So, has Sophie told you about what happened?"

"No," Elwin said. "She wanted to wait until you were here."

Keefe looked relieved and uncomfortable at the same time, if that was possible. "Well, you see, there's this prank I've been wanting to pull…"

"Go on," Grady said, looking about ready to make Keefe jump out a window.

So Keefe explained the whole thing: that we had gone to his secret cove to get some fresh air and be away from the noise (not that he had brought me there in his arms, thankfully, or what had happened there), and that I stuck my foot in the "G.O.O.P". Keefe also said that my leg turned green that night, but it didn't seem to affect anything other than the color of my skin. Then he carried on to explain what was in the liquid, but only Elwin really followed him, nodding at ingredients that sounded like gibberish.

"I see," the Elvin doctor said one Keefe was finished. "It could either be an allergy, because we all know Sophie has an abundance of those," he winked at me, "or it could be the mix of chemicals together."

"So what do we do?" Edaline and Della demanded at the same time.

"Well, for a temporary fix, I can give her a potion to allow her to walk," Elwin replied, "which will allow me to figure out a cure."

Everyone in the room, including me, watched with hopeful eyes as he rummaged around in his bag for the right bottle. My optimism dimmed a little when the flask he pulled out had about a tablespoon of the most disgusting liquid (if you could even call it that) sloshing around inside. The mixture I would have to drink was a vile yellow-brown color and had the exact consistency of chunky river mud. When the rubber stopper was pulled out, a smell rivaling that of Iggy's unfortunate gas releases wafted through the room, making me want to vomit on the spot.

"It's not all too pleasant, but it'll help you get back on your feet," Elwin said, offering me the vial. I pinched my nose and tipped the sludge into my mouth, forcing it down despite the urge to gag.

Instantly, feeling surged through my whole body. I felt like I had chugged 20 gallons of coffee, ran a marathon, then drank some more coffee. I was jittery and exhausted at the same time, but at least I could feel my legs.

"What is that stuff?" I asked, handing the container back to Elwin.

"Yeah, no kidding!" Keefe exclaimed, looking nauseated. "Foster over here is practically screaming at me with her feelings!"

"Oh, it's just something I made to increase the body's sensors," Elwin said. The twinkle had returned to his eye, and its familiarity made me smile. "Today, you might notice that some lights are too bright, or the hallways are too loud. Don't stress about it, it's normal with this kind of potion."

"Okay." I stood up, grateful to be able to again.

"You'd better hurry if I want to get to Foxfire before your second class," Della said, nodding to my uniform on the bed. "And you too, Keefe."

So, green leg may be a problem :) I was going to write about the whole school day, but I decided to split it into two chapters since this got a little long. And boring :/ Sorry! I promise more will happen in the next chapter. Also, please post requests for any fics you want. I have listed most of my fandoms on my bio. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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