Switch

Chapter 1

Author note:

This will be the only author note in this story so if I do get any readers and comments than thank you in advantage. There is no romance in this story, but it is a young adult novel. I do see this book as low fantasy and adventure. It also deals with friendship most of the towns mentioned in this book are towns from Australia. But characters and fictional locations like Magic Force are completely fictional. None of the characters are based on real people either. This story is mine, but any artwork or pictures you see are not.

Chapter 1

"Do you know why you're here?" her therapist asked.

"Because my cousin worries about his own shadow," Violet scoffed.

Violet Gershon found herself with a therapist at ten in the morning likely here for the next three hours. All of it being paid by her older cousin who seems to think that she had lost the plot. Leaving her stuck here to talk about all her problems. Problems in which she didn't have.

The woman before her was mainly dressed in orange aside from her pearl necklace that hanged around her neck. Her skin was fair and her hair was short and grey curling up on the end.

It seemed unfair that Violet had to speak to someone who might as will be a grandmother. The least her cousin could've done was find someone who was in their early twenties. Instead, she finds herself dressed up in her best pair of jeans and her best light blue shirt, her own skin was brown and her hair was dark black going down to her waist. Which she did have plans to call a hairdresser today and make an appointment to get it cut only to find out her cousin word about her going to a therapist wasn't a joke, but actually serious.

She wasn't even a little kid anymore and had a right to make her own choices by now, but no her cousin had to be the mother hen type.

"Your cousin raised you, didn't he?" her therapist asked.

"No, I was raised by my aunt and uncle," Violet corrected.

"Because?"

"I know how this game works. You're trying to get me to talk by triggering me with questions."

"Is it working?"

"No. It isn't."

She could be anywhere but here, but if she wandered off, she would be seen and caught and now that her cousin knows the last thing, she wants is a stranger to see her pulling it off. Unless, she smirked at the thought a new plan was forming in her mind only to have the smirk fade once she thought about a camera.

"There's no camera in this room is there?" Violet asked.

"No, nothing ever leaves this room."

"Ah-huh, I find that hard to believe modern day where's there are cameras on every street and then suddenly a therapist office doesn't have them. Sure, I bet their hidden."

Violet glanced around her brown eyes moving back and force. She's seen cameras behind walls, behind paintings, behind statues but as she looked around, she noticed the walls we're bear. No, painting of any kind hanged on the wall. No, posters and there weren't any mirrors. There was a kettle pot on the table that sat behind the therapist along with a few cups, there wasn't even a clock in the room because the therapist had a golden watch around her wrist and Violet herself had a phone in her pocket.

"You seem to know a fair bit. Military training, correct?" her therapist asked.

Violet rolled her eyes at her cousin lame excuse, Military training as if. If the Military ever found out that she wasn't from the Military she could get sued or worst.

"No."

"Secret services?"

Violet didn't answer she stayed mostly silent her eyes still glancing around for any hidden cameras, but the more she looked the more she noticed that there couldn't be any.

"Switch," she whispered.

The world around her stopped the sound of buzzing cars down below all stopped at once her therapist that was going to ask another question. Stop midway as her mouth was frozen apart of her stayed on the couch while another part of her left her body and she moved to the left.

The bright colours of the room faded turning much darker between dark midnight blue and black her therapist still frozen in time along with a half of her body.

"I can't believe this," she said storming as she paced the room. "Who does he think he is? I don't even live in his house anymore and he's still playing the oh, I'm just worried about you card. Go on tell family they said, I think someone outside of us should know. Go on, family should know they said. Blah, blah, blah. Will I tell them and now he thinks I've lost the plot and I'm stuck with her. Who thinks I'm a part of the Military? I can get sue for that."

Her face went a shade of red in her rage before she took three calming breathed.

"End switch."

She found herself back inside her body the dark colours of the room returned back to its bright colours. The sound of cars and beeping horns we're heard outside and her therapist started talking about.

"You know you're paying me by the hour for this? So, even if we don't get to the bottom of your problem. You're still paying me."

"No, I'm not," Violet said bluntly. "That's all on my cousin. Not me."

"I see."

"Do you because frankly you are doing an awful job in trying to get through to me."

Her therapist wrote something on her clipboard.

"Switch," she muttered again.

The room went dark once more as she left her body she loomed over the frozen woman and saw the words, snappy and moody.

"I am not," she scoffed. "Beside your no meant to use terms like that. That's seen as rude. Here let me fix it."

She pulled the clipboard out of the woman hand and crossed the words out using her therapist pen while writing the words.

I am an old hag with stink lines around it before passing the clipboard back to the woman as she sat back down watching the world change once more. She smirked seeing the therapist baffled expression no doubt seeing the words, I am an old hag written down on her paper.

"Yes," the therapist said clearing her throat. As she ripped the paper of the board and threw it into the nearby bin. "I think for now we can cut this session short."

"Lady you are speaking my kind of langue," Violet said with pride.