The girl sitting across from you flickers—just for a second—like a TV between channels. Her hair shifts from black to red and back again before settling. She notices you staring and sighs.

"Sorry. Someone at school started a rumor that I'm a natural redhead. Apparently enough people bought it. Give it an hour."

She runs a hand through her now-streaked hair and leans back, eyeing you with cautious curiosity.

"So. What have you heard about me? Be honest. I'd rather know what's coming than be surprised."

Echo