The others tests had come back normal. The blood results had come back fairly normal. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Sandi was just as fine as she had been the day before the animal attack. Fine for Sandi, that was. Minus some scarring on her left shoulder and upper arm.

"If you have any problems. If you get hurt AT ALL. If you notice a change in anything, PLEASE CALL US." Dr. Marz gave both Sandi, Tom, and Linda copies of his card, "We have no explanation for your incredible healing speed but it could become a detrimental problem if we don't figure out what's wrong." Sighing he looked at Sandi who stood in a fresh, clean outfit her mother had brought from home. "Tell your parents anything abnormal that happens to you and if anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens. Call this number immediately." He could not tell her any more how important this all way.

Sandi rolled her eyes, "Okay." She said irritatedly, "I understand. It's not like I will get hurt or anything."

With that Sandi walked out of the room with her things, her parents sighing as they followed.

***
Watching her leave, Dr. Marz smiled, [i]Until we meet again.[/i]
***

It felt good to be back in school, with her usual clique of snobby, fashionable girls. Sandi walked with pride down the halls of Lawndale High as Stacy, Quinn, and Tiffany followed behind her in their usual manner of vanity. All eyes on her. That's what Sandi wanted. She was back, she was better, and she felt damn near great since.

"We're so glad you're back, Sandi. I was so worried we might have to have another fashion club sabbatical!" Stacy looked at the president and then at her feet, "I don't know how much more of well, you know..." Thoughts of Tiffany in charge crossed her mind and she shuddered, hoping to God it would never happen again.

Sandi smiled, "Stacy. I would never let /my/ club down for anything - not even a bear attack." Turning the corner, she pointed to her arm, "Besides, look. I got this really good cover-up that hides the scars and stuff."

Tiffany blinked a few times. Maybe she was the only one who had realized this... so far but... "Weren't you attacked on Friday or something?" She spoke in her usual manner and stared at her friend, "You heal reallllllly fast."

"Hey, you're right!" Quinn looked at Sandi's arm, "When I saw the story on the news at my house, you looked all-"

"QUINN!" Sandi interupted, "Let us not talk about this any further. The thought of the event sickens me, I am just a fast healer. Besides, that's what the doctor or whatever said."

Nodding, Quinn nervously smiled and looked at Sandi, then back at the other girls, "Time for class I guess..."

Ah. Her usual spot in the back of the room. Nothing was so quiet and peaceful as the back of the room. Where the teacher could hardly see you flipping through the latest issue of Waif or doodling out what you think the next summer choice of outfit should wear. Yup. The back of the room sure was great... except for that horrible odor. "Quinn." Sandi glanced over at Quinn with a shudder of utmost disgust, "Do you smell that?"

Quinn looked at Sandi and then around the room, "No... Then again, I think I'm getting a cold or something, because my nose has been a little stuffy and stuff..."

Sandi sighed and looked down, "It's like, really, reall-"

"Do you have a PROBLEM with my TEACHING, Miss GRIFFIN?" Mr. DeMartino stood infront of the room, staring over at the girl in the back of the class, "If you do have a PROBLEM. Would you LIKE to COME up here and tell the CLASS ABOUT IT?"

This is no way to treat a lady who had just gotten out of the hospital, let alone had just survived an animal attack or whatever. This was no way to treat the PRESIDENT of the FASHION CLUB either. Sandi stared at Mr. DeMartino with her typical scowl, "Um, like." She said in all arrogance, "This classroom or something STINKS."

Glancing at the girl, De'Martino raised an eyebrow and grinned maliciously, "Well Ms. GRIFFIN can you TELL the CLASS what YOU smell?" He stood there, angerly, his eye looking like it was about to burst out of his skull. It was like a horror scene or something. "It's PROBALLY what MS LI calls LUNCH!"

Sandi looked around, still completely disgusted. By now the rest of the class has joined in, although they probably couldn't smell it either, "It's coming from this room or something... it's like... really gross."

Standing up with pride, the QB of the football team, Kevin grinned with full hope and smiled, "OH~! That's my lunch! My mom packed it for me. It's in my locker. How'd you smell it?" He paused, "You have like super smell powers or something. Like RAT BOY!"

Sandi stared, completely and totally offended at Kevin and then over at De'Martino, "Rat Boy? How dare you compare me to some make-believe superhero thing or whatever. I just happened to smell that disgusting garbage your mom calls food from over here."

It was a given that De'Martino could smell it. I mean. Having the salary of a 'shoe shine boy' meant he did not get the food he so wanted, and thus had to find what he could get half the time. "ENOUGH!" He stammered, "IF YOU WOULD ALL PLEASE, SIT DOWN..." He glared at Kevin, his creepy, bursty eye nearly inches out of his head, "KEVIN... WE can continue out studies on EARLY SETTLEMENT of the BRITISH COLONIES!"

Sandi sat back in her chair, still trying to get the disgusting smell from her mind... but it was putrid. Toxic really. Yet somehow appealing.

Lunchtime came around and the Fashion Club sat at their usual table talking on and on like it was another day of complete and utter stupidity. Lunchtime was always the perfect time to hold a meeting about Fashion. That's right. If you've come to figure this out, they were in their senior year... and Fashion Club had still not died. Their Sabbatical... well... that was nothing more than another one of their other breaks. A stupid one that lasted maybe a week at most. Yeah, like the stupid - Fashion Clubbers bred for life.

"So I call this meeting to begin about the discussion of the upcomming Senior Fall Dance." Sandi Griffin pulled out a stack of Waif magazines and graduation catalouges, images from the internet, folders upon folders of paperwork, and images about dresses suitable for a fall dance, "Questions?"

Quinn raised her hand, "I think browns and reds are in, well, for me at least..." She paused, "Oh, oh! I think bronze!"

Stacy grinned, "Bronze would look really well this fall I think, but I think yellows and reds would look pretty."

Sandi shook her head, "Although I would like to agree, I think we should liven it up with some-"

The smell had returned. Except this time it was even more putrid, more gross, more epically disgusting than Sandi could even imagine. How? It was right next to her. "Hey! So, how'd you do that?" It was Kevin, the QB. He sat down next to the Fashionistas and pulled out his bagged lunch with a grin, "Are you really like Rat Boy?"

Aboslutely repulsed, Sandi turned to the boy with her typical scowl, complete disgust passing her face, "EW. Kevin! Go away! We are having a serious meeting here! Besides, whatever the Hell is in your lunch box, you have to like get rid of it. It smells disgusting." She glared at him.

Tiffany and Quinn stared at Sandi as she nearly attempted to kick the Super-Senior off the bench while Stacy wrote like mad in a notebook, taking notes on every event that transpired. No matter how irrelevant.

"Uhm, Sandi, I don't smell it..." Quinn commented to her friend, "Do you, Tiffany?"

"Noooo." Tiffany replied while digging through her purse, the conversation starting to bore her. Time to check up on her mascara and fix some of that eye-liner. "I don't smell it either."

Sandi glared at her friends, "How can you not smell it! It smells like a mix of Bananas and Teen Spirit and not the good kind of teen spirit either!" With that she stood up and began to put her papers back into her bag, "This meeting of the Fashion Club is adjurned. We will pick it up later tonight, at my house where we can actually acomplish something without an annoying FOOTBALL PLAYER to bother us."

Kevin watched as Sandi picked up her things and prepared to leave, "So really!" He was almost oblivious to the fact the whole table was starting to walk away from him, "Where'd you learn to smell like that?"

The day continued as normal - Thank GOD. Kevin wasn't in the rest of Sandi's classes and that was a big relief for the president of the Fashion Club. It was more than a relief. It was just horrible.

Sitting on her bed, she continued on the meeting from lunch time before Kevin so rudely interupted, "So as we were saying, Stacy?"

Stacy pulled out the notes from earlier that day in the cafeteria, a slight nervousness to her voice but a self-assurance to it too. This was where her secretarial work was more important. The Fashion Club Minutes, as they were called were the most important aspect to picking up where they left off in a previous meeting or covering the basics from the last meeting, "Well..." She began to read off what she had written, "We started lunch out well when Sandi said we should have a meeting. We decided to talk about the Senior Fall Dance and what we would wear. Sandi pulled out the September and August and October issues of Waif Magazine as well as the class gra-"

"Stacy, just tell us where we left off, please?" Sandi stared at the pig-tailed girl, who immedately flinched in anxiety.

"Oh, uhm. Right. Quinn said we should choose Browns and Reds and maybe Bronze. I think Bronze would be a nice colour but reds and yellows might look good too." Staring at her notes she then skimmed over the entire events that transpired with Kevin and Sandi, "I didn't smell the smell either, Sandi... Should I have?"

"Be thankful you didn't." Sandi laughed, stratching at her wrist, fumbling with the bracelets that she had been wearing all day, "It was disgusting. Kevin is so gross."

The other three nodded in agreeance, "He really is..." Tiffany added on as she sat casually on a chair. "I thought he graduated..."

"He got held back..." Quinn added, "At least, that's what my sister told me."

Sandi stood up and went to her closet, "It's actually a good thing we were able to hold the meeting at my house tonight." She scratched at her wrist again, "I found this amazing dress at Cashmans. It's not for the dance or anything but it looks really good with this necklace my mom gave me." She pulled a beautiful blue dress from her closet and showed the girls, "It really looks good on me, if anyone wants to see."

They didn't, that's not what they were staring at. See, Sandi had been too lost to notice that her arm was beginning to break out in a horrible rash and it was getting worse by the second.

"Um, Sandi." Stacy commented quickly when the president had stopped talking, "Your arm is..." She didn't know whether or not to mention it any further. She didn't want to be persecuted for saything wrong thing... but she didn't wanna be attacked for not saying anything either.

"What, Stacy?" Sandi scratched at her arm with her free hand again and felt an insanely sharp pain on her ears. Her earrings seemed to have caused her to break out in a rash too. Which was quickly spreading down the side of her face. She stared at her arm before looking at one of the many mirrors in her room, "Owww." She had no idea what to do, this was so embarassing. Breaking out in a huge rash is one thing but infront of your friends is like the worst thing ever. Well, almost the worst thing ever.

"Are you okay, Sandi?" Quinn rushed over to her president and grabbed some lotion from Sandi's desk and started to 'treat the injuries'.

Quinn rubbed the lotion on Sandi's skin [or else she'd get the hose again] with gusto trying hard not to make the rash worse, but it kept getting worse and worse, like whatever [i]was[/i] causing the allergic reaction was still on her. Not only that, when the lotion was applied, it burned like Hell. "Stop it Quinn!" Sandi grabbed the lotion from Quinn and ripped the earrings and bracelets off as fast as she could. With that she ran to her own, private bathroom and grabbed an even stronger skin care cream and rubbed it on the effected areas.

Stacy wrote down everything as it went down as Tiffany and Quinn stared in disbelief. Sandi panting nervously, staring at her arm and face in the mirror. "What was that...?" Tiffany drawled, staring at her friend, "Are you okay?"

"Stacy." Sandi grabbed the notebook from Stacy's hands and tore out the pages from that day, entirely. "This meeting is adjourned... again. We will resume it tomorrow or something." She tossed the notebook back to Stacy who picked it up quickly, almost hugging it. Sandi was overly embarassed about what had happened and even worse; angry about it. "Be prepared."

Stacy jumped at Sandi's disrespectfulness towards the notebook but accepted it for what it was, "Okay..."

With that, Stacy, Tiffany, and Quinn left, all quite confused about what had just happened...

When Sandi knew they were gone she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, the rash had already cleared up, as if it was magic, "It must have been something in the air or something." She went to pick up her silver earrings to put them back into her ear, her hand feeling a slight sting on contact with the earring, "Uhh..." She picked up the bracelets, which were also made of silver and jumped when she felt an even worse burn than the earrings. "I must have gotten into something today..." She remarked, pulling out a jewelry box and searching through it for another pair of earrings. "Why do I own Teddy Bear earrings?" She thought as she put them in, hoping that by morning she could put back in her Silver Hoops.