One day, Sarah was outside, sipping lemonade, which just happened to be from the electric blue lemons, native to her new island home. While she was sipping her lemonade, she heard a rustle in the tropical bushes that surrounded her mansion's backyard, not to mention the rest of the island.
"Who's there?" she said, worriedly; for even though her island was partially inhabited by elven natives, they never bothered her.
The rustle sounded again, scaring Sarah senseless. Then, a native woman popped out.
The woman's muscles rippled, and her snake-like tail twitched intimidatingly.
"I'm the chieftess of the island natives," she said. She had a thick accent, roughly a mix of Australian and Irish, and an icy cold voice. "By living on our island, you and your pathetic staff members have violated our laws." Under her breath, she added, "Especially the pink one."
Sarah cast a hurtful look, then said, "Well, I'm sorry. Can you--" She was cut off by the chieftess.
"You will look as one of us or DIE!!" Sarah thought for a moment, then said, "Well, it seems pretty one-sided, so I guess I'll become one of you." The elf smirked, then left, calling at she disappeared, "Right than, Sarah. Tomorrow at noon it will start. Then, whenever you set foot upon this island, you'll become one of us."
A chill ran up Sarah's spine. "It can't be that bad, can it?" she thought. Then, she went about her day's work.
That afternoon, Sarah's tingling feeling had gotten worse, to feel more like a stabbing pain. She went to her room to suffer alone. Just as she passed out, she saw 11:55 a.m. on her clock.
Sarah awoke at 12 p m. The stabbing pain was gone (thankfully), and she was feeling the same, except, different. Sort of. . . added on. She went to her mirror, again.
"Waah!!"She said in an icy voice, the same as the chieftess. As she gazed at the mirror, she noticed her pale, Caucasian skin had become richly tanned. Her hair had gone from plain brown and short to long, messy, and Auburn (for those slow people, Auburn is a reddish brown). She had grown long, vampire-like teeth, and a snake-like tail, similar to the chieftess. Her eyes went from brown, to deep dark blue.
"My God!!" Sarah said in astonishment. She stumbled over to her closet for no particular reason; and, when she opened the door, found crude, earthly colored clothes. She put them on (why, she didn't know).
"Sarah!! You are needed!" Called a voice from the BPS letter factory.
"Sarah?" Sarah asked in her icy voice, "Who's Sarah? I'm...I'm...Uh...." She continued with other smart sounding filler words. Suddenly, another icy voice echoed across her mind.
"Rienna. Rienna of the Kaeshawnayna." It said. It sounded vaguely like the chieftess.
"Rienna," Rienna said, the voice echoing in her mind again.
Rienna made her way downstairs to her familiar factory-mansion home. She was met by a pink fluorescent hamster with an annoyingly, squeaky high pitched voice.
"Sarah, your nee-" he broke off once he got a look at Rienna. "AHHHHH!!!!!" He screamed. He ran under a table and started running in circles, screaming. A crowd gathered around. It took two hours for Rienna to convince them that she was another form of Sarah (whoever she was).
It was only after she left the island at the start of the next week that she remembered who Sarah was, and everything else. From then on, Sarah transformed into Rienna whenever she entered the partially secluded island.
The End
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