Tim was trembling in fear in front of Carrie.
"Boo!" said Carrie, and Tim took off running as fast as she could, squealing all the way in her little girl voice. She left behind her too large socks that had flown off her feet and her size 8 Jordan shoes.
Carrie sat down again and took another sip from the cool drink Tim had bought for her. She mused to herself that Tim would probably have a hard time for the next few days. First, Tim would have to convince her parents that their formerly 13-year-old son was now a cute little 8-year-old girl. Then, she would have to learn to adjust to being a little girl.
“Well, at least she was young enough to learn how to be a girl,” Carrie said to Todd as she petted him again. “She gets to go through most of grade school again, too. I wonder if third grade will be easier or harder the second time around?”
She thought about that a moment, but then gave up on the thought and on thinking about Tim altogether. He was the past, and Carrie was ready for someone new. She began looking around for another victim. It wasn’t long before she found the perfect target.