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Kel's eyes shot open.
That was strange. She was sure, convinced, that she had been sitting in her mathematics class.
But she wasn't. She was in her room.
Even stranger, she was sat in the window seat.
Even stranger…she had some sort of material on her lap.
"Odd…" she muttered to herself, clambering to her feet. She put the material carefully on the side and straightened out her skirts.
She was wearing a skirt. A dark skirt. And a white blouse.
"What the?" Kel looked down at her outfit. She didn't own any clothes like this. Despite still wearing girl's clothes to dinner, to continue making her point to the boys, she wore dresses. She didn't own any skirts, did she?
Her head ached and something was tickling her face. Impatiently, Kel brushed her hair aside and then paused. Something was definitely not right.
Feeling the top of her head, Kel's fingers found thick, glossy hair...thick, long, glossy hair tied back in a bun.
Her eyes widening, Kel looked down at her clothes again and made another shocking realisation. She could not see her feet as well as she usually could because something – or rather, somethings – seemed to be obscuring her view.
"No, no, no, no…" she muttered to herself, although she had no idea what it was she was denying.
Forcing herself to breathe slowly, Kel found some semblance of Yamani calm and held on to it as she made her way into her washroom.
She stood in front of the mirror.
And screamed.