Chapter 1

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I wake up, feeling a bit different, but chalk it up to sleeping weird. I head to the bathroom and start my normal routine. But everything seemed higher than I was used to. I shrugged it off, today was starting out weird so why not make it weirder, right. I got my toothpaste and was about to brush my teeth when I actually looked in the mirror.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I couldn't process what was happening.

I

WAS

LUZ

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This should not be happening right now. I decided this was probably a dream. So I pinched my arm. Bad idea.

"Ow!"

Ok, not a dream. I shake my head, mess up my- her- i'm just gonna say my- hair and finish my daily routine because i will be a zombie if I don't. I go to -now- my room and look around a little bit before getting assaulted with memories that i knew weren't mine. I guess this makes it easier to know what i'm doing. It also makes me realize if i don't leave now, i'll probably be late for the bus. I know I'm probably being extremely calm about this, but as I see it, I can't change what's already happened and there's really no point in panicking. Just gotta be calm and try to understand how this happened and maybe try to find a way to reverse it. 'This'll be one heck of a day'

I look around and see Luz's iconic hoodie laying on the bed. I think about putting it on before I decide against it and put on the outfit I've seen Beta Luz be drawn with. I know it isn't Luz's usual style, but i am not going to pretend to be her. If I'm living today and possibly longer in her life, I'm not gonna take people's crap. I know how they treated her before and I'm not letting it happen while I'm around. I grab Luz's bag and book, because I'm actually very curious about what's so special about it. Using Luz's memories to navigate, I grab a poptart from the cabinet and eat it on my way to the bus stop. I fiddle with Luz's phone, which i guess is mine for now, and find out she doesn't have a lock on it. I fix that immediately. I found she had a lot of music, most of which was in spanish, but surprisingly there was some Alec Benjamin and a lot more songs I wasn't expecting. I put on 'Must Have Been the Wind' and keep looking through the phone till the bus arrives. I see the look of surprise on the bus driver's face and try my hardest not to let my amusement show. The original Luz never dressed like i did and she most certainly never had a blank look, which i was trying to keep as i sat in the front seat. I started recording everything around me and put my phone in my pocket just enough to where the camera won't be seen but still be able to record. I was not going to let Luz get bullied while i was around, at least not while i could do something about it.

Now I'm not going to bore anyone with a full school day, that's just pointless. But I did learn it was the day everything changed. So I did what Luz was going to do. Her book report. Except I did it on the Great Gatsby. Let me tell you, the look of surprise on everyone's face was hilarious with a capital H. I almost lost my composure, it was that funny. But there was something that was a bit strange. Someone brought snakes to science, not something normal but hey this school isn't exactly normal either. But that's not what caught my eye, no. It was the fact that a palisman was in the bunch. I felt my heart drop to my stomach when I saw it.

So, when no one was looking, I stole the little thing. It was tiny so i doubt anyone is going to notice but i had to make sure to hide it anyway. I told it to hide in my hood and I would find a way to get it to the Boiling Isles. It stared at me, with what I believed was surprise, and did as I had told it to. I paused my recording, obviously, so there was no record of this happening and went on with the rest of the day. Trust me when I say that Luz is a strong kid, it is an understatement. The amount of crap that she went through, from just today, is enough to put half of these students in her grade in prison for assault charges.

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