I raced down the main stone paved paths toward the administrative complex, where the elite staff offices were tucked away. Classes had already begun, but I couldn't care less about them.
I had somehow managed to shift back, but I was a complete disaster. Sweat was melting through my hastily reapplied, cakey dark makeup, my clothes were rumpled from my wild transformation in the dirt, and my dark brown wig was sitting dangerously crooked on my head.
Students literally scrambled out of my way as I sprinted past, a few screaming in genuine terror at the sight of my sweat-streaked, zombie-like face barreling toward the faculty wing.
I didn't care. I needed help, and I needed help now.
I skidded around the corner, my sneakers squealing against the polished marble floor, and hauled ass down
