Emily started to feel somewhat nauseous, as the realization of the potential ramifications of her actions started to sink in. Earlier today she hadd felt so powerfull, so in control and in retrospect so detached from her actions.
She hadd changed Mr. Evans entire life. Everything Emily hadd known about Mr. Evans hadd just been proven obsolete in a few sentenses.
Of the wery few thing Emily hadd known about Mr. Evans personal life were that he never went to his prom. She knew this becuse a student in her class hadd ask him about his prom and he hadd just awnserd "I never attended."
The other thing were that Mr. Evans did not have kids. Emily knew this from what hadd basically been Mr. Evans personal catch phrase "This is why I don't have kids." Somthing he said almost everytime a student hadd done somthing wrong.
And Emily was pretty sure Mr. Evans never hadd been a stewardess or participated in any beauty pageants. Especially not as an contender.
Emily hadd just alterd the wery existans of her former teacher. Do to her holding a stupid grudge Mr. Evans was no more. Scratch that. Mr. Evans hadd never even existed at all. Only Ms. Kingsley.
And this Sandra Kingsley hadd not just poffed into existans either. She hadd lived a life. A life as an prom queen, beauty queen, stewardess, teacher, wife and even as a mother. The mother of a child Emily supposedly hadd a deep connection with.
Emilys train of thought was then suddenly interrupted by a loud "ahem" form a frustrated student trying to stop Ms. Kingsleys endless blabbering.
Ms. Kingsleys hadd been talking for a littel over seven minutes even though she hadd been at least five minutes late.
Ms. Kingsleys then said somthing in the lines of " Sorry, You know me. Im quite the chatterbox." before once igen gigeling at her own comment. She then walked with a clear sway of the hip to her desk and put down her designer purse, befor almost seductively bending forward to pick up the chalk. She finally started the lecture properly.
Emily turnd to Rick. "Let me guss Ms. Kingsleys is allways this late?"
"Not really. She can be a littel late on occasion, but its not all that often. However she is notorious for getting off topic, wasting time and just being a big breasted, ditz of a math teacher."
That last part oddly enuff suprised Emily a littel. After all that was change she hadd halfway expected Ms. Kingsleys to be an drama teacher or something.
Rick contiued. "I think it's best we move a littel so we don't seem suspicious."
Emily agreed.
As they started walking down the coridor Emily checked her phone. She soon found a selfie of herself and a eight year old girl with dark brown hair that hadd to be Sophie Kingsley.
The picture was of them on a carnival. Sophie hadd pig tails. Her face was paintet like a dalmatian. She was grinning from ear to ear and beaming with joy. It looked like Emily also was greatly enjoying herself.
Emily started feeling nauseous igen. As she realised her situation. Even tho she hadd used the camera to change reality. As far as everyone else in the world is concerned, the camera hadd just taken a picture and seriously messed with her memory.
And it wasnt even that this really was so bad. Sophie seemd like a good kid. Pluss there hadd to be some monetary benefits to having been the exclusive long term babysitter to one of the seemingly weltyer family in town. But it did not change the fact that she was now basicly a stranger in her owne life.
Moreover how could she be sure the camera would change things to her favor next time she used it.
And last but not least there were the fact that she hadd fundamentally alterd somone forever. Not erased though. As Emily found out that Ms. Kingsleys maiden name hadd been Sandra Evans. But realy given how drastically different Mr. Evans and Ms. Kingsley personalities and life paths are. To claim that the camera just alterd pepole as opposed to erasing and replacing them alltho it may be true, is really just splitting hairs.
Thinking about it Emily realise she never even learnd Mr. Evans first name. And now it along with the rest of his identity was gone. Possibly forever.
Emily and Rick sat down on a bench beside the entrance to the school. Contemplating what to do with the reality altering polaroid camera.