A geek, a mouse, and a bitch

John swore again and beat her head off the desk for good measure. "Let's see who I've gotten roped into this with." She grumbled, flipping the sheet over.

William Winkler, currently taking first place for worst name since your first twist. The gangly, pimply faced, spectacle wearing youth was commonly called 'Wee Willie Winkie' by his peers, except you and your brother. A textbook nerd, he prefers quiet solitary intelectual persuits, which of course made him a prime target for the ruling class of jocks and preps. John was aready planning to deflect the worst of her teammates jibes, but couldn't help but wonder if there might not be some more permanent solution.

Marie May, a quiet unasuming girl consistently dressed in black, called goth by the unenlightened. John long since realized she just wants to be left alone , and happily obliges her most of the time. Unfortunately, the group will be called on to explain their projects, so her time in the limelight will be unavoidable. Already John's mind is trying to turn this to someone's advantage.

"Now if I can just get Lisa, it'll all be good." She murmured more to herself than anyone actually listening. Sadly, this was not to be, as the last name on the list is that of her nemesis, Leslie Devon. This blonde haired golden child is certain that anyone outside of her clique isn't worth her time and vengefully reminds everyone of that fact.

"A geek, a mouse, and a bitch... I am so over this." She mumbled, raising her hand slightly to twist reality... then she paused. "On second though, this power is making me sloppy. So let's see what I can do with this assignment. Bill, Marie, Leslie, get over here and let's get started."

"Oh god, I'm on the loser team? Mr. Pendleton-"

"All assignments are final, Miss Devon. Deal with it or fail." Mr. Pendleton responded leaning up against his desk. "Of course, if you do that, your entire group will fail with you."

"Like I care about these lamers." Leslie rolled her eyes.

"And a failing grade would get you kicked off the cheerleading team, but I'm sure you don't care about that either."

Leslie ground her teeth and stomped over to join the other's at John's desk. "Ugh whatever." She mumbled dropping her voice. "You do my part of this brainiac, and just tell me what I need to know to BS the class."

"No Leslie. You're going to take part, you're going to work, and if you don't, I'll make sure you never walk again, let alone cheer." John growled.

"Y-you don't have the guts!" Leslie stammered.

"Try me." She snarled. "Sit down, contribute something, or shut up." With that, John shoved her summarily into a seat before returning to her own place. "So people, chemistry ideas. Start popping."

"Who died and made you leader?" Leslie demanded.

"Anybody here think they can do better?" Bill and Marie both shake their heads no. Leslie just growled impotently. "You don't care enough to seriously participate, so I don't think you care enough to lead."

"So," Devon huffed, trying to maintain the appearance of control. "What are we gonna do? Like, make a pill to cure dork?"

"Can't be any harder than making a pill to cure bitch." Marie spat snarkily.

"What did you say, freak?" The blonde screeched springing up out her seat.

"CAN IT!" John bellowed stunning the room into silence. "Besides, your bickering has inspired me!"

"What do ya got?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Since the arguement would have devolved into intellect, I want to see if we can't make someone smarter." She says.

"Artificial neruotransmitters? It'd be a jumping off point, at least." Bill mused. "Be a lot easier if we actually had a lab."

Silently John agreed and much to her surprise felt the familiar warmth flare in her chest as the world twisted. "Hey, Doe, your dad works in pharmecuticals." Leslie said. "Couldn't he get us into a lab."

"Maybe." She said, reviewing the new reality. Previously her father had worked for a major pharmecutical company in their legal department, freeing your mom to work from home. In this new unbidden alteration, your father was actually a genius chemist, a trait you now share, and your mother works in the legal department as well, bringing home a tidy combined sum each week. But the real benefit is the homemade chemistry lab down in the basement. 'I didn't make this change, so did the shifter somehow read my subconscious desire for a lab? If so, then it's even more powerful than I thought.' John mused. "I'll have to ask him." She answered as the bell rang. "We're gonna continue this after school at my house, so keep thinking about possible ideas."

Bill and Marie nodded, Leslie glared, and John strolled out the door to her next class.