Class continued almost immediately with another teacher who was brought in from his lunch break. Angry to be there and as in the dark about what had happened as anyone else he gruffly told everyone to study quietly while he sat in front and read a novel.
Chloe leaned over to Clark.
"What the hell was that about?" she whispered.
Before Clark could respond a loud "Miss Sullivan!" ended the conversation.
Soon, the bell rang and everyone left and instantly began laughing and wondering about Ms. Kennedy. Chloe, as soon the room vacated, ran to the front desk and got down on all fours. Clark waited momentarily until she stood up, grinning, clutching a tiny piece of fabric in her hands.
"Now this," she beamed, "is wall of weird material!"
Clark moved forward and saw what she held; Ms. Kennedy's skirt, split down the side, but small enough to fit a Barbie doll.
"It's like her clothes just started shrinking," Chloe theorized, "It could be something that's affecting the fabric. It could happen again, to anyone."
"No," said Clark, "There was something else going on. Did you see the look on Trevor's face when it happened?"
"Like he was in a stripclub?"
"No," grinned Clark for a moment before instantly growing serious again, "like he knew it was going to happen."
Outside, in the school hallway, Trevor approached Stacey Kingsman, one of the Crow's cheerleaders.
"Hi there," he grinned at her, sinisterly.
She looked at him with almost disgust and then turned away to her locker, ignoring his very presence.
"Whoa there!" said Mark Simons, standing between the girl and Trevor, "Who told you you could talk to my girlfriend?"
Trevor looked angrily up at Mark. Mark was on the football team and a great deal taller than he was. He started to speak, but instantly turned and walked away.
"Freak," grinned Mark to Stacey.
A few feet down the hall, Trevor turned around and looked angrily at Mark. Then...