Kelly stalked down the hall. She was so angry at what had happened in that classroom she could barely see straight. She didn't know what she was going to do for the rest of the class, maybe find Katie or Tiff or something, she thought Tiff had gym class now so she took a quick turn at the next intersection and existed onto the small campus at the center of the school. It was a very pretty scene with green grass cut with sidewalks with a pool of water in the center of it all.
"I can't believe this," she snapped. "Dare? No one takes dares..." But Kelly failed to notice another person sneaking up behind her. "...Instead they all..." and suddenly Kelly heard a whisper behind her.
"Transform or dare?" but she was already finishing her sentence "...Choose transform!"
Kelly eeped. And clapped a hand over her mouth but it was already too late. Whipping around, she suddenly felt all wet as the person behind her had shoved her into the fountain. Soaking wet she stood up in it and saw Martin Landry, the guy Tiff always flirted with to copy answers.
"What the hell?!" Kelly snarled but suddenly her mouth froze. She couldn't seem to close it again no matter how hard she tried. Glaring at Martin her eyes widened as he grabbed her shirt and with a sharp tug, ripped it right off her. She almost lost her balance again, throwing her arms up to keep it when she suddenly realized she couldn't move her arms. Or her head, or neck!
"Tiff grabbed me in the hall, told me to get you to answer my question with either transform or dare. I got lucky that you were already saying it. Oh yeah, I'm sorry. You can't talk can you? That's all right, you won't need to. You see, that fountain's pretty plain. Don't you think it needs a statue?" Martin grinned and yanked her flimsy skirt off. It was one of those numbers that were short and ripped already and came right off. "With no clothes, you'll be an art statute, good thing you're posed nicely. Bye Kelly."
Kelly's eyes could just see that her skin was a pale gray, the same color as the stone. She tried to do something, to move to fall, but she couldn't.
Martin walked away laughing to tell Tiffany, the girl he had crushed on for years that he had succeded. Maybe now she'd finally go out with him. Behind him, a statue of a nude girl fountained water from an open mouth.
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