The first half of her day went as Jennifer's days normally did. She surfed the Internet during computer class, zoned out during math and kicked the boys' butts on the soccer field in P.E. When lunchtime came, Jennifer was on her way over to the table where she and her cheerleading troop usually sat. However, something inside her made her walk right past the table and across the cafeteria, drawing confused looks from her expectant friends.
Jennifer found herself being drawn to an empty English room just down the hall. Inside, she stood face to face with Kyle Perkins.
"What are you doing here?" she said snobbishly. "Haven't you bothered me enough for one day?"
"Not nearly enough," Kyle grinned. Jennifer slammed her tray on a nearby desk, spilling orange juice all over it and the chair beside it.
"Are you going to try and curse me again?" she mocked.
"'Do or do not,' dear Jennifer," Kyle replied. He approached her slowly.
Jennifer wanted to back away, but for some reason her body refused to budge. "Get away from me you freak!" she shouted.
Kyle simply grinned as his hands brought a thin red collar up to her neck. Jennifer was incredulous, wondering why he was doing this and why she was actually letting him. She felt the cold clasp press into her skin as Kyle fastened it to her neck. It was leathery to the touch with a pair of one-inch sleigh bells attached to the front.
Kyle backed up a few steps. "You hung up the phone before I could tell you your transformation," he explained, "So I used the curse to dare you to meet me here and allow me to put that collar around your neck."
"What kind of lunatic are you?" Jennifer stammered. She still wasn't able to move her feet, though her fists were trembling, aching to deck that dweeb right in the jaw.
"I'm the kind of lunatic that craves revenge," Kyle sneered. "You won't be able to leave until I tell you what your transformation is going to be. As you can see, it involves that cute little collar..."