Rachel guides the new hot guy, Damian, into the school cafeteria. She nods at the corner table. “That table we call The Circus.” Her fingers form air quotes. “Because they’re all freaks.” She sneers at Pete, who glares back albeit cross-eyed.
Damian raises an eyebrow. He brushes aside her silky blond hair to whisper in her ear.
“Pardon?” she frowns.
He smiles in reply.
Then her body spasms. She looks down to see a baby’s head rip up through her shoulder. Its eyes blink open. Everyone stares in stunned silence.
Rachel is last seen running from the school, both heads screaming.