Coming down the stairs, she was nearly run over by Christine, who told her, "Move it," and disappeared down the stairs.
Rick, who was starting to think of herself as Clara just stood there, trying desperately to remember if she had any siblings when she was still male, but she couldn't remember at all.
The only thing she could remember was that her name was Clara, she was the younger of the two girls, Christine was her fraternal twin, - "Thank god for small miracles," Clara thought when she remembered that, - and that she was also some what smaller then Christine, but only by about five inches.
Shrugging, Clara decided she was liking this more and more and pushed the idea of ever being Rick to the back of her mind as her Mother, Rick's boss, asked, "Clara. Are you ready yet?"
Calling down, "Yes," Clara came downstairs and greeted her mother and her sister Christine, who only rolled her eyes and commented, "You are so majourly slow, dip-face."
Sticking out her tongue, Clara was immediately reprimanded by her mother, who turned to Christine and said, "Don't be making fun of your sister. Now, both you outside and into the car. Unless you want to celebrate your birthday here?"
"No mom," both girls said at the same time.
Grabbing her sandals, she ran out the back door and climbed into the back seat while Christine climbed into the front seat. Sitting in the back, Clara let her thoughts drift.
As her thoughts drift, she remembers different parts of her life. She remembers how at the age of nine her breast buds first came in and how Christine teased her, calling her a mutant. Her mother eventually calmed her, but Clara was set off again the moment she watched her body betray her and begin to bleed as she had her first menstration. And that was only three weeks ago.
Clara was still upset about that and the more she dwells upon it, the more she become more and more worried. Thinking to herself, more as Rick then Clara, "Is this the life I want to assume. That of a scared girl whose just got her first period and is completely unsure about her own body. Is that something I want. Is this something I can do?"
All these and more question flood Clara's mind as her mother gets in and starts the car, backs the car out of the driveway and starts driving Christine and Clara to the pool. And instead of answers, all Clara can come up with are more memories.
She remembers the ballet recital classes she had from when she was five till about the age of nine.
Her first stuffed animal, Angelina Ballerina, and how she still has it, safely put away somewhere where it can't get ruined.
Her first Halloween costume as a witch when she was four.
Her first trip to the mall, to see Santa, and how she'd been separated from her mom.
And her most current memory, one her birthday presents.
Earlier today, her mother approached her and had asked her, "Clara, I know how much you like school and how smart you are and so I have an offer for you."
Clara had just looked at her mother and after a moments silence, her mother continued. "I don't make this offer lightly and I make only to you. You see, I want to see both you and your sister receive a fine education, but I don't really think your sister is mature enough for what I'm about to offer you."
Clara just sat, watching her mother. "I want to offer you a chance to go to the same school I went to, Mrs. Murial's School for Girls." her mother continued. "It would give you a good education in Junior and High school. Plus it will give you the option of going to any college you want to, if you choose to further your education. But I don't expect you answer right now, but please think about this. Consider this one of your birthday presents from me."
Clara had nodded at this and her mother left. That had been a half hour ago and know her she was, just now remembering what her mother had offered her.
"Now what do I do," Clara asked herself. "Do I accept my mother's offer or do I believe that I'm some guy named Rick and that my mother is my boss. And if that's that case, I really need to find a way out of this situation."