[ WP ] You have an unique ability . When wearing someone else 's clothes , you change into this person . You collect `` appearances '' by buying clothes in second hand shops , but up to now it was just a game for you . Then you find something very special ...

Part Two 
 
 Elbowing my way through the people that thronged the street, I sprinted in the opposite direction of the old Church, wondering how much time I had before they realised I wasn ’ t coming. I thanked God I ’ d brought my safety clothes with me; they gave me the appearance of a stout middle aged woman, instead of the teenager I was inside. I did not stop until I ’ d got to the bus stop, breathing hard as I watched the town pull away from me, as I prayed that I ’ d not been spotted. Ten more minutes and I would be home. Ten minutes to come up with a plan that would save me. 
 
 *** 
 
 “ Hi Mum, ” I called up the stairs, as the door closed quietly behind me. “ Hi George. ” I quickly shut myself in the bathroom and changed back into my clothes, hoping none of them had seen me walking up to the house. I looked in the mirror and sighed. Yup, same old ginger hair and freckles, same old puppy fat that just wouldn ’ t go away. It was a disappointment every time. I screwed up the ugly yellow dress I ’ d just taken off and stuffed it in my bag. Time to get ready to go. 
 
 “ Jemma? ” Mum ’ s voice drifted down from upstairs. I was in the kitchen, grabbing some food that would last me a couple of days. The stairs creaked as she made her way down them, her feet landing with a heavy thump on each one. I braced myself as the door behind me opened. 
 “ Shouldn ’ t you be at school? ” 
 
 I turned around. Mum was a mess. She was wearing her old green bathrobe, her hair long and straggly, her slippers worn and threadbare. And the look she gave me pierced deep into my heart. She was at once bewildered, sad and angry by me being here. I saw it, just as she saw from my face that I was not at school and had not been for a long time. It was infuriating, sometimes, how well we could read each other. I knew then that she knew I ’ d been lying to her this whole time. I remembered the tension that would seep into the air whenever the subject came up. But she ’ d never pushed me on it. I could see her regretting that now. We stood there, regarding each other. I wanted to explain it all, wanted badly to talk to her, but there wasn ’ t time now. 
 
 “ It ’ s a half day, ” I mumbled, not looking at her. I had everything I needed. It was time to go. I walked past her on my way to the door. 
 
 “ Jemma… ” Mum put a hand on my shoulder. “ Talk to me. Don ’ t just rush out of here. ” She sounded hurt. 
 
 “ Look, I can ’ t right now, okay? ” I couldn ’ t help the note of irritation that crept into my voice. “ I have to be somewhere. ” I pulled away. 
 
 “ Where? ” 
 
 I swallowed. “ I don ’ t know, ” I said, lamely. 
 
 “ You don ’ t know? ” 
 
 “ Nope. But I need to go. Now. ” 
 
 She looked sideways and laughed, disconcertingly, to herself. “ Okay, ” she said, and smiled, but not at me. I hated this - the distance that had grown between us. We used to be best friends. What had happened? 
 
 I walked out of the door, slamming it shut behind me. 
 
 *** 
 
 And straight into the path of the old woman. We both jumped, having caught each other by surprise. And then I ducked past her and ran as fast as I could away from the housing block, towards the main road. I had almost made it when I felt something pull me to the ground. 
 
 The old lady rugby tackled me to the floor. She was far stronger than she had any right to be, and I was soon overpowered. As she pinned me down, I saw her get something out of her pocket. It was a syringe. I struggled, but it was no good, and I watched helplessly as the needle sunk into my skin. “ Help, ” I tried to cry, but her hand soon covered my mouth. We were both in broad daylight, but there was no-one around. At least, no-one that I could see. I didn ’ t even fight back when she put the syringe back in her pocket. It was as if all the energy had left my muscles. My thoughts were foggy too, and a wave of nausea overcame me. I felt her lift me up and haul me over her shoulders, grunting as she did, then cross the road towards a black car. She opened the passenger door and threw me across the back seat, not caring as my head banged against the opposite door. I groaned, as the world spun around me. A few seconds later the car started to move, and then the world was gone and all I saw was black.
