The Original 3, Parker's First Revenge

Evelyn was the first to feel it. One second, she was mid-sentence—probably talking about some dumb drama at school, because why wouldn't she be?—and the next, her whole body locked up like someone had just yanked the batteries out of her soul. Her legs folded before her brain could even process the why, dropping her straight to her knees like gravity just got personal. Her breath hitched, eyes wide as she whispered it without even thinking:

"Original."

Annabelle wasn't far behind. The wave slammed into her like a truck made of ice and bad decisions. She didn't even get the luxury of falling gracefully—no, it was more like a face-first-meets-ground kinda moment. Boom. Dirt in her mouth. Humiliating, sure, but when something that big hit you? Pride wasn't even on the list of things you cared about. Her hands clenched the ground like it was her lifeline, voice shaking as it crawled out of her throat:

"Original."

But Maya? Oh, no, Maya was built different.