”Ms. McTaggart stood in the doorway, her curly, red hair farming her face. Her normal bubbly enthusiasm was muted as she stepped into the room. Her ...tocking-clad legs whisked as she entered the room, her tight skirt hugging her hips and falling to her mid-thighs. Her breasts were hugged by a tight, low-cut blouse.“Hi, Ginny,” she said.“Ms. McTaggart,” I said, so aware that the fingers of my right hand were coated in my tangy juices. My cheeks burned, my nipples throbbing beneath the covers.. I couldn’t accept that analysis and tried other lines of attack. They all led to the same point.Something was wrong with Jennifer and Melanie. What was the difference between Melanie and Becky? And then it dawned on me. Now I knew what was bothering her! What scared her! We had even talked about it. At lunch, I asked Jennifer to talk privately. I knew school was a bad place to do it, but I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything and needed to talk to her.“Jennifer, we need to talk.”“About. One thing I became aware of as I rematerialized was the passage of time and it's affect on my new physical body. Which wasn't very much. When I tried to change the way entropy, decay, and the POT(passage of time) affected my cells I discovered that I didn't have to worry about it. Apparently, my enhanced connection between spirit and cells are facilitating a state of constant cellular regeneration. The unknown element(force?) is strengthening and converting my spirit which, in turn, is. Then I hear the little girl's voice again but this time it was manically sadistic to the point of being unrecognizable “scared bitch”.I not considering the answer “no just surprised you're still alive”“well bitch I have a fate that could be far worse than death in store for you,” the girl's voice said in her sadistic voice. As she says that the creature moves its tail closer to my face and on the tail, a hole opens and a small amount of green slime starts to dribble out ‘oh well I am about to.