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It was at school, through a door that led directly into the 90's. No specific year, just a school hall stationed in that flashy, rebellious decade. It was the year she was recognized, the heads of teen boys turned in search of answered romantic attention. Of course, it could have been a spell she cast; Sabrina Spellman had such powers. 

"This is great," thought the girl beneaththe mask, and mask, mark my words, is what it was. "All the boys are staring at me. I bet I can keep their attention, even without the mask!"

And with that, she pulled it off. It had stuck to her face, so several feathers came off as well. That could have explained the ill-concealed disappointment expressed by her (now former) followers. At any rate, her popularity didn't survive.


Mansfield:

It occurred at the youth academy, a place you arrived at through a door designated "1990." Now, it is almost certain that was not the actual year that took place, but the surrounding trends and culture were characteristic of that decade. Namely, the year the youths could readily identify her. As Sabrina Spellman traversed the hallway, she drew in measures of boy-attention. There can be little doubt it was of a romantic nature. Of course, their sudden dotage could have come from mysterious magical powers. Sabrina had the ability, who isto say she never used it? 

"This is marvellous!" It was a thought that came, not from Sabrina, for she was a mere façade, but from the hen beneath the mask. "I've accrued more attention than I could have ever dreamed. Would it remain even should I dismiss the disguise? Yes, I shall do it."

Off came the mask in the hen's confident grip. Unexpectedly, it had itself a grip on several facial feathers. It did not come off easily. When it did, it bared patches of skin where brown feathers once lay. Such a sight was unsightly to most of the boys. They all grimaced a bit. Other than that, they'd lost interest.


Wharton:

Peep walked down the school hall. She'd come there fully aware she'd end up somewhere in the 90's. That, after all, was at least what the sign on the door had told her. Precisely which year it was, she wasn't sure, but the fashion, commerce and graffiti affirmed the decade. She was tucked securely into a Sabrina mask. The boys she passed turned and gawked, undoubtedly to confirm her identity--at least in their own minds. Other passing girls, attractive or no, did not glean the same reaction. They must have recognized her, assuming that magic spells were not the true cause.

"This is amazing," thought Peep. Little did they know that under their idol was a hen. "I can't believe how much attention this has earned me. Just wait until my true form comes out!"

She turned to face the boys and smirked. When she took a hold of her forehead, they hadn't any idea what she was doing. Alarm was visible on their faces as she wrestled off the mask, accidentally pulling off several feathers with it. She panted and put a hand to her forehead, and her still-gloved hands came away bloody. She looked back at the crowd, but there was no sympathy or even concern to be found there; only disappointment.


Faulkner:

It was at school where the hen walked along, all hidden under a costume that looked like Sabrina the teenage witch, having got there  through a door with a sign that said "90's" on it. There was no telling which precise year she was in. She walked past boys who stopped their conversations about sports and delinquincies so they could blink and squint when they saw her. All the blinking and squinting wasn't satisfying to them because when she walked past, they followed her. The hen didn't know if they did it of their own free will or if she had cast a spell on them. 

"This is aplomb," thought the disguised hen, whose name was Peep. "Several boys followed me. What'll happen after I take my mask off? Will they still follow?"

She stopped walking and pulled on the mask, which had been on her face so long that she had to yank on it to get it off, during which a lot of feathers came off with it. The boys didn't want to follow her after they saw that. They thought her natural state would have been a lot more attractive.


Hemmingway:

The school hallway was crowded. Peep got there through a door. It was during the 90's and she was in a perfect "Sabrina the teenage witch" costume. She wasn't really a witch. She wasn't even human. She was a hen. None of the boys in the hall knew that. They followed her whenever they saw her. The possibility that they were under a literal magic spell existed. Magic was real in the realm Peep was in.

"This is positive." Peep the hen thought her situation was positive. She thought the following boys had good intentions. "Now that I have my own crowd of popularity, I will take off my mask and see what ensues."

Peep took off the Sabrina mask. She had left it on too long, and it pulled out some of the feathers on her face. Blood trickled down where the feathers used to be. The boys gagged at that. They didn't follow her anymore. She was left alone.


Wells:

This was an occurance at school. The subject, our own heroine, arrived there through a transdimensional door advertising itself as a portal to the 90's--which it evidently was. It specified no precise year, let along a month, day, or minute, but it definitely put the heroine in a school hallway signified with tacky grunge and spice paraphernalia. Particularly significant to the era was the cause of sudden (male) attention, sudden male romantic attention, no less. Attention arising from the sight of our heroine, whose sudden false guise matched within the minds of ogling boys a profile, within which assembled an array of details that, when set in an orderly fashion depicted Sabrina Spellman. The alternative explanation involved the existence of spiritual forces, which, when arranged in a way that met the boys in the hallway, became pheremones, those which they failed to resist.

"This is great," thought our heroine, masked though she may have been. "All the boys are staring at me. I bet I can keep their attention, even without the mask!"

It was an experiment, the act of removing the mask, one which did not factor in the fact of her true guise, that of a hen, and the adhesiveness of her facial feathers to the interior of the mask. Such overlooked details yielded a two-fold undesireable result, the first being the excrutiating pluck of more than two dozen feathers; the other being the boys reaction to the aftermath, which was disgust and disappointment, followed by inevitable departure.