I blinked. Then I found myself staring at a young girl.
"Who are you?" I asked, and the girl did as well. I also noticed my voice was much higher in pitch. I raised my hand. The girl did too. I realized I was looking into a mirror.
I looked around. I was in a pink bedroom with posters for pop stars all over the walls. Looking back in the mirror, I decided to assess my situation. I was a girl, of about eleven or twelve, with red, wavy hair extending barely past my shoulders, a thin face, and freckles. I opened my mouth and realized I had braces. I looked down at my body. I had barely-budding breasts under a pink shirt. I had capris on.
How did this happen to me?
I saw a folder on the desk labelled "Kristin Lacey"- little hearts were over the i's. That must be this girl's name- Kristin Lacey. I said it a few times, so it would stick in my memory- for all I knew, I would have to get used to this name. It was so weird to speak through a new voice. All I knew was that I had to get back to my old body- there was no way I was going through puberty again.
"Kristin!" a voice shouted, from the lower level of this house. I assumed it was the voice of Kristin's mom. I left the room and walked downstairs.
"You were taking forever up there, Kris." said "my" mom- she looked a lot like Kristin. This swap was really messing with my perception of things- I'd lost so much height. I had no idea how tall I was in this body, but it couldn't be over five feet. Kristin's mom, who my old body would have towered over, now towered over me.
I ate a bowl of cereal and then Kristin's mom walked me out to the bus stop. I couldn't believe I was going to go to sixth grade again. If there was anything good about this swap, it was that school would become a lot easier for me, since I already knew everything. This body swap could almost become a fresh start for me!
"Hey Kristin!" said a brown-haired girl who looked to be of the same age as "me". Crap! I didn't know this girl's name! Suddenly, I spotted something. She was holding what looked like a flute case- a name tag read "Dakota Little".
"Hey, Dakota." I responded. The bus came, and Dakota sat down with me. She must be Kristin's friends, I realized.
The bus was really loud. I'd forgotten how annoying everybody was at this age. To think I had to put up with this now... it wasn't exactly a great prospect. I just had to pretend to be Kristin for the day. After that, I could figure everything out.
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