Although Rachel tried to give Marcus a smile, there wasn't any joy in it.  She was scared, and she didn't want to do this, but there wasn't any way out.  No one was going to believe a doppelganger over a teacher.<br/><br/>At least she wasn't crying.  Somehow that made her feel better this time, feel stronger.  She could guess what Marcus would try to do, but she didn't want that either.  She just didn't want to be in this position to begin with.<br/><br/>She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and took a seat in front of the desk.  The teacher just glared at her.  "You're one of those doppelgangers, aren't you?  That's why they make you wear the name tag."  Her gaze fell to the floor.  "They can't trust doppelgangers not to cause trouble, so the only way to handle you is to punish you whenever you take off the name tag on school grounds."<br/><br/>She didn't know what to say, but there wasn't much she could say.  He wasn't even asking her questions, just berating her.  "Doppelgangers like you aren't good for much, are you?  Well, Ms. Kyleson, you can be a good girl or a bad girl.  Good girls get good grades, and bad girls flunk and get detention."<br/><br/>She'd heard all this before; she didn't want to play this stupid game anymore.  "Show me the picture."<br/><br/>He took down a swimsuit calendar from the wall, turning the month back to February and offering the picture over to her.  She accepted it with quivering hands, checking over the form of the lovely young woman.  Tan skin, auburn hair and perky breasts were all so easy to replicate, if she wanted to.  She paused for some time, thinking it over and trying very hard not to cry.