It was hard to breathe around the electric fog, the prickling wind that was running up and down her arms. She had goosebumps everywhere, like she was chilled, but Meghan would have sworn it was a hundred degrees out. She looked at Elaine steadily, eyes slightly bright, as if feverish, and said, confused, "Elaine?"
This didn't make sense. Elaine was... Well, she was one of the pretty girls, one of the popular ones. She fit in, she did well, everyone liked her. She didn't mesh with the feeling Meghan was getting, the old, dark twisting in her gut, the sense of thunder just over the horizon.
The name was right, though. That thought hit her oddly, but she knew that the name was right, which didn't make sense, because of course it was. It was her name.
"I... I'm sorry, I..." Rubbing her forehead with one hand, slim fingers shaking a little, she looked back at Elaine, trying to grasp hold of something she couldn't quite understand. "You... Something's different."