Cory reached out and grabbed a black sock. He let out a sigh and transformed into a copy of the sock instantly. He fell onto the hard changeroom floor.
Charles walked in with his friends, "Where did the little shit go?" Cory was still a little scared despite the fact he was an insignificant sock. Charles looked around.
Cory saw a shadow getting closer to him. He looked in the direction and saw Charles. Did he know? Charles walked over to Cory sock and picked him up, Cory was terrified, "What are you doing out here sock. Shouldn't you be in your locker?" Cory was even more terrified now. It seemed like he knew Cory was the sock.
Charles looked at the open locker and said, "Looks like the dumb, dopey skaterbro forgot to lock his locker." Cory then realized whose sock he had become. Matthew Peters'. He was rather friendly to everyone, even the jocks. He was also fairly smart. A rarity for a skater. Cory didn't know where dumb and dopey came from. But then again, Charles was an utter dick who absolutely hated anyone different from himself.
Charles held Cory and decided to