Chapter #3Switchery by: BeeJay   If you asked anyone at Parkview High about Zooey Harris and Adam Foster, they'd tell you that we had nothing in common, except our mutual dislike.
The fighting started not long into freshman year, when I caught him looking up my dress; he denied it, and the school took his side, of course. A few of the girls believed me, though: Nature had given me a body that they considered fantastic, along with a brain good enough that I skipped a grade. I'm sure my body was fantastic; however, my mother wouldn't let me show anybody. She seemed to be of the opinion that I could get pregnant if a boy ever looked at me, so she made me wear more clothes than five people put together.
The two of us never got along, until a bizarre accident made us see things from each other's point of view. Literally.
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Even though we didn't get along, the teachers often insisted that we work together. That's what brought on the fight that morning.
"You can't keep that ribbon!" I shouted at him when I caught up with him at school.
"Why not?" he asked. "It was my project, same as yours."
"But you didn't put in the same work," I countered. "I did all the work, so I should get all the credit!"
He shrugged. "Work smarter, not harder, my dad says."
"But you didn't work at all!"
I had had enough of him, and his smug attitude, and his talent for getting what he didn't earn. Well, I decided to give him something he had definitely earned: a quality butt-kicking. I charged at him in a rage.
Unfortunately, in my rage, I had forgotten that he was standing by the stairwell. When I collided with him, we both went tumbling down the stairs. I don't know how many times our heads banged into each other on the way.
Finally, we landed. "Oh, my head," I said.
"Serves you right," Adam said, "knocking me down the stairs. You know I could have been killed?"
"You mean you should have... Wait a minute; why does my voice sound funny?"
"Mine, too." There was a pause. "Holy shit!"
I opened my eyes, and I saw... me.
I looked down at myself, and saw a flat chest, and a muscular body.
Somehow, I was now Adam, and he was me.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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