Charlotte strolled into work, unaware of what had just befallen her. Passing by her co-workers, most of whom she greatly despised, she made her way to her locker to store her things. Another wonderful day to look forward to in this lovely place, she thought sarcastically.
"Morning, Charlotte."
Oh, just kill me now, Charlotte thought upon hearing the voice of Becca. That girl would never shut up, even if her life depended on it. Charlotte crossed her fingers, desperately hoping her over-talkative co-worker wouldn't be paired with her today. I'd rather go through an entire day being bored as fuck than being paired with her.
"Morning, Becca," Charlotte responded to her co-worker in an obviously sarcastic and artificially cheery tone before heading on her way.
Luckily for Charlotte, she wasn't paired with Becca. She certainly wasn't going to be bored either, but she was probably going to be wishing she was bored very soon...
Meanwhile, across the street from Wilkos, an old woman was cackling to herself, having just finished chanting the words of a certain gypsy curse. Charlotte had run into the old woman on her way to work that day, and she had been more than a little disrepectful to her. For her rudeness, the old woman had put a body part swapping curse upon Charlotte. At random intervals, the rude and disrespectful girl would swap a body part with someone nearby. She wouldn't know when and she wouldn't know who. The real kicker is that she would be the only one aware of the swaps. That way she wouldn't be able to share her misery with others. No one would be able to empathize with her plight if they saw nothing wrong. Perhaps she would even go insane...
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