Chad rolled his eyes at some of the names. He glanced at the Spike envelope, and shook his head, no way he was going to pretend to be somebody's dog or dog slave. He got to the last envelope, Z.Z. interesting initials. He opened the file, and blinked. The photo looked sort of like him, except the skin in the photo was darker, the hair was black, and he had a gold earring in his ear. Cool photoshop, he thought. He read through the profile.
Gypsy. Duh. The name sort of gave that away. He was almost a foot shorter than Chad, and was five years older. He had tattoos, and lived in a trailer on the outskirts of town with his kid brother Rico. Hm, there was a Rico in Chad's class. Same guy?
Chad giggled, this is where the profile got good. It said Zander was cursed by the sign of the pentagram, and when the moon was full, he would sprout fur, fangs and claws, and howl at the moon. Werewolf? Seriously? There was a medallion on a chain inside the envelope. The file went on to say that Zander had a job as an assistant janitor at the school, and if Chad wanted to become him, all he had to do was put the medallion around his neck, and head to the janitor's closet, where he would find a locker with Z. Zola written on it. His new wardrobe and new life would be there. The janitor's closet was just outside the shower room, so Chad gathered his envelopes, and plodded down the now empty tiled corridor. It was Friday night, so almost everyone had left. He expected the janitor's closet to be locked, but the door was unlocked. Chad entered and looked around. There were a bank of lockers, but none of them had the name Zola on them. He shook his head. He had almost fallen for it. Then he remembered the medallion. He put it around his neck, and instantly his view of the room shifted. He lost 8 inches. And the previously unmarked locker in front of him now was marked, " Z. Zola".
He opened the locker.