Meanwhile, the former April was gossiping away on the phone with one of her new friends at the salon, a woman
by the name of Rayella Tsiste.
"...yeah, Belle. That news do be sad, but live and let live. You know what I'm sayin'? White girls be missing
all the g--damn time, and most of them is never found. If they be dead, they be's in a better place. They're
in Heaven with God now, Belle."
Annabelle sighed. She alone knew the truth about the four missing local girls(well, among her news friends and
clientele anyway) because she WAS one of the four missing local girls. It's been a year since that magical fat
man from the mall turned them all into obese black women, and over that period of time, she never found him
there again. She knew that magic or whatever the hell he did indeed exist now, but no matter how much she
tried to research into the matter, she met barriers. First of all, her level of education had dropped
considerably. She had only an eighth grader's vocabulary now, and her other skills were currently only on par
with a high school freshman. In other words, a fourteen year old. This frustrated April/Annabelle greatly, as
she had tried desperately day after day to delve into the seemingly mystical matter, but was held back by her
stereotypical ghetto ignorance. It's not that April had been an honor student or anything, but her head was
considerably less cloudy before she turned into 'Belle.
"Yeah, you're right Rayella. I just be so sad for their families and such. You knows and I knows that I too
was separated from my grandma when she got murdered."
"Motha fucking drive up shooting niggas shot your grandma. Don't remind me, Belle. I'd cut their ball sacks
off and make them eat it if I ever found those assholes."
"I believe you, Rayella. Thanks for bein' such a good friend 'o mine. I would do the same for you if a member
of your family gots hurt."
And Annabelle meant it. She would. Despite it all and how sucky her new life was, April had discovered that
most of the folk she interacted with weren't bad people. They were lovely, interesting people with hopes and
dreams and aspirations of their own, but were all at a disadvantage due to their stations in life.
"Honey, you sound different. Did your voice just change?"
"What are you talking about, Rayella? I sound just fine."
Annabelle looked down upon her body, and saw that she had regressed to her white, skinny teenage girl self.
Her raven black cornrows of hair were now auburn, and her triple XXX large clothing now fit her now better
than a circus tent.
Letting out a small shriek, she covered her mouth.
'"Belle? You there 'Belle? What was that loud noise I just heard?"
Annabelle dropped the phone.