Tabitha stood there, fighting an internal battle. She knew she couldn't go after Carrie - the genie had made it quite clear that doing so would result in severe consequences. But she couldn't just accept this! Being an ordinary teenage girl would've been hard enough, but a catgirl!? What to do? she wondered. What to do...
Carrie stomped away moodily. Not that she hadn't enjoyed pulling off another great change on the kid, but the whining and nagging were still grating on her after the fact. I ought to have just turned the kid into a cat anyway, she thought. Serve her right for being such a whiny little bitch. Ah hell, no point in that, the shock of unexpected reversal is the fun part. I'll find someone else to screw with.
Lost in her thoughts, Carrie didn't hear the sound of an engine coming closer and closer. As she stepped into the bicycle path, she was snapped out of herself by a scream of "NO BRAKES! NO BRAKES!" She looked up to see a small box truck with a "STACY'S ICE CREAM" sign above the windshield careening toward her.
Her eyes met the driver's.
"Oh, shit," they both said.
The truck slammed full-force into Carrie, pitching her many yards ahead. She bounced several times on the asphalt before coming to rest at the foot of a tree, lifeless. The remote was ground to dust under the wheels of the truck, which winged a lamppost and swung its back end into a different tree. The driver, snugly belted in, survived with only minor injuries.
Tabitha heard a sickening thud and ran to investigate. She saw the wreckage of a truck, a patch of blood on the asphalt, and a ways down the path, the best and worst thing possible. Hardly daring to believe her eyes, she ran to the base of the tree and forced herself to look at the body. The face was badly mangled, but still plainly that of the genie, who would never terrorize or ruin anyone's life again.
Tabitha knelt by the body and wept, loud and long. The one person who could change her back was dead.
Please, always look both ways when crossing.