Unfortunately for Sarah, Mrs. Martin tugged her arm at the last minute, causing her to drop the remote loudly against the floor.
âWhatâs that?â asked Mrs. Martin, hearing the remote crash to the ground. Sarah quickly picked up the remote, dusting it off. It thankfully didnât seem broken at first sight. THAT wouldâve been a nightmare.
âOh, itâs just a-â
Ashley popped her head out of her room door. âHey, what was that? I heard something loud falling.â
âIt was a-â
Ryanâs room door opened, and Ryan popped his head out, a sour look on his face. âWill you guys, like, keep it down?! I am trying to watch the season finale of Bridgerton, and you guys are, like, ruining it for me!â He slammed the door without waiting for a response.
âWhat a bitch.â Sarah thought to herself. She had heard horror stories from Ryan before, but she didnât realize her personality was that bitchy.
The actual Ashley however, grimaced at Ryanâs little tantrum, unaware she would normally be the one doing it. She turned her head towards Mrs. Martin.
âHey Mom, Iâm kinda starving. Is dinner ready yet?â
Mrs. Martin sighed. Clearly the universe did not want her to get some action right now. âAlmost. Mind going downstairs and setting the table for me?â
âNo problem, I gotcha.â Ashley opened the door, brushing past her parents and down the stairs. Pausing for a moment, she looked up the stairs. âHey, is Sarah here?â Ashley asked.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. âShe was, but you just missed her.â
A look of disappointment flashed across Ashleyâs face, but she recovered quickly. âOh cool, just thought Iâd say hi.â Ashley then disappeared into the kitchen.
âInterestingâŚâ Sarah thought.
âWell, I suppose weâll just have to wait AFTER dinner, dear. Why donât you go freshen up? Iâm going to make sure the foodâs ready.â
Sarah nodded, and watched Mrs. Martin go down the stairs. She felt a little bad. Sarah had always liked Mrs.Martin, as she was very much the archetypal âCool Momâ. It helped that she looked really young for her age, sometimes being mistaken for a high schooler.
Unbeknownst to her, the remote had swapped her body with Mrs. Martin, putting Sarah in the very body that had thirsted for hers just a few moments ago. None the wiser, she decided to freshen herself up before heading downstairs.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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