“This is infuriating! How am I to live like this!” Clara shouted, face purpling with rage. Face, hands, arms… her entire body, actually.
“I warned you – don’t mess with Witches!” Rachel admonished.
Clara only scowled at her as passersby turned to stare at the beet-coloured girl throwing her hands into the air. Waves of embarrassment washed over her, and with them, her skin lightened to red.
“I suppose red’s better than purple…” Rachel muttered, wincing as Clara began to cry.
Clara looked at her friend’s peachy complexion through teary lashes, and wailed even harder as her own skin turned green.