Deja Vu

“Welcome again to Dr. Thornbrush’s School for Wayward Girls, Stephanie Anne Adams.

Thank you for returning for your second year education.

Please exit through the door and make your way to the auditorium for your orientation." that same soft woman's voice cooed through the speakers.

"I've got to get out of here!" Dave said to himself, before glancing at himself in the mirror. The extentions that were once there were gone, that was now his hair. And that was the least of his issues. He now had breast implants and lip injections. What was the school DOING to him?! And WHY were they doing it to HIM?!

He left the room and heard the sound of footsteps leading to the auditorium, but again, saw not one student.

As he did before, he began to go the other way and look for a way out only for the memory of Stephanie- or Lomax to flash in his mind.

Was it true? Had a year really passed? And had he really been like this for a year? There was something about a client. Who was it? Why did they want him? What did they use him for the past year?

A cold sweat came over him, the hallway leading to the exit might result in another year like this without answers, but the hallway to the auditorium means going along with this school's messed up intention for him- one that he really didn't want to agree to.

Looking back and forth between the way to the "exit" and to the auditorium, he stomped on the ground cursing that he was put in this position in the first place.