Seeing Things Through Her Eyes

Chapter Three - Switched

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I'm not sure what to name the POVs so I'm going to write POV one and POV two, enjoy! 

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POV one

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I woke up to the sound of singing. It was some old song that my mum would have listened to once upon a time. The singing got louder and clearer and it approached my room. I kept my eyes forced shut, trying to deny the fact that it was Tuesday morning. A thought crossed my mind, my sister doesn't sing, so who is the person singing? It was girly, but definitely an adult voice. It also sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Probably just an aunt or something.

"Izzy are you getting up?" An overly cheerful voice called. Why was Izzy in my house? My sister knows we don't get along.

I groaned when the lady knocked on my door, "Izzy you need to get up, your toast is nearly ready and you're going to be late." I groaned in response trying to figure out why Izzy was in my room and why her mum was in my house. I watched her walk out, humming the rest of the song.

I closed my eyes for a second or so then got up and headed for the bathroom. When I got out my room, I carried on walking in the dark, I knew the way to the bathroom without looking seeing as I'd lived here since I was born. Smack! I walked straight into a wall. Why was there a wall blocking my bathroom? I felt around the walls for a light switch. When I clicked it I squinted as the light tried to blind me. I realised I was face to face with a plain creme wall. I'm sure our walls had flowery wall paper on them. I glanced over to where my bathroom was supposed to be and where I'd walked into the wall. No bathroom, just a wall. I looked in the other direction and saw the actual bathroom. Walking over to it I took in my new surroundings. This wasn't my house, but it was too familiar to be a strangers house. I locked the bathroom door behind me and stared at my reflection. I rubbed my eyes to get the horrible image out of my head. I don't look like Izzy. I haven't since we were six. I looked back at my reflection. I was a spitting image of Izzy, my old best friend. I thought back to this morning; being called Izzy, her mum, a different house. What's happened to me?

I searched in the cupboard for Izzy's toothbrush, well mine, but Izzy's. it was always the pink one, her favourite colour. After brushing my teeth I made my way back to her room to get dressed. Her school uniform was nearly hung up on the wardrobe door, waiting for it to be worn today. I slipped it on, feeling strange wearing someone else's clothes. She had one of those tight, pencil skirts that the 'popular' girls wear. I don't know how she wears this everyday, it was so uncomfortable.

"Izzy toast is ready," her mum shouted up at me.

"Coming!" I shouted back, running down the stairs.

She pointed to the kitchen chair for me to sit down on. It was one of the posh ones with the cushions on the seat and back. She put a bowl in front of me containing a cooked banana.

"Mum...this is a banana," I told her as politely as I could.

She looked at me, "No it isn't. You're just trying to confuse me, don't be silly. It's toast."

I laughed and got up to go to the cupboard where they've always kept their fruit. I picked up the label and showed her the word 'banana.'

"Oh. So it is, silly me. What's toast then?" She asked me laughing at her mistake.

"Toast is uh, bread that you put in that." I pointed at the shiny toaster sitting neatly and untouched on the side.

She looked at me, confused again, "Bread won't fit in there though, I remember you telling me this before and I thought you were mental." She picked up the egg box off the side and tried to fit one in the toaster.

"No, no, mum that's an egg, it's okay, I don't even like toast mum, don't worry I'm not hungry. I've got to go now. Bye." I hugged her tightly like I used to when I was little. She was like a second mum to me.

"Bye honey, are you seeing Rachel today?" She asked me, "You did make up right?"

"Er...yeah we made up." I told her after seeing the concern on her face when she'd asked the question. She didn't seem to be quite sure what was actually going on at all.

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POV two

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The alarm in my house beeped loudly. I turned back over and tried to ignore it. It continued to beep constantly for another few minutes before I realised it was coming from my room, the phone next to me. I clicked the 'disable' button in the screen then covered my head with my arms, time to face another today.

-Knock knock-

"Yeah?" I asked quietly.

The door was pushed open, "Are you going in today Rachel? I understand if you don't feel up to it, you don't have to." I forced my eyes open to see who was at my door and calling me Rachel. She was very young, late teens, twenty at the latest. Her face looked exactly like Rachel. I gasped, it was Rachel's sister. What the hell was she doing in my house?

"Rachel?"

"Mmm? Oh, yeah I'll go in."

I sat up in my bed and started my usual morning routine, get dressed, do my teeth, hair and makeup. Although if I'm Rachel do I wear makeup or not? I searched through her wardrobe for a pencil school skirt, I hated wearing the ones with pleats in them, they're horrible. The only pencil skirt I could find was about ten sizes too big and fell down, it made me realise how skinny she had gotten the past year. I felt sick thinking that the name calling me and my friends put her through may have caused that. I carried on getting ready until it came to the makeup part of my routine.

I stood facing her full length mirror staring at the girl I was supposed to be right now.

"What's happened to you Rachel?" I thought aloud, she looked so weak and alone.

Her cheeks were as pale as snow, like someone had walked over to her and wiped all of the colour out of her life. Even when she smiled she still looked sad. I searched through her room for some makeup that I could use and found nothing more than a cheap mascara.

"Hey Sara," I shouted down to Rachel's sister, "Can I borrow some of your makeup please?"

"Sure it's in my room," she called back to me.

I thanked her then went to find her bedroom, she had a makeup bag on her dressing table that I picked up and took back to Rachel's room. I rummaged through the bag until I came across a pale pink blusher and a brush. I brushed some across my cheeks, taking away some of the pale, emptiness. The only other makeup I used was Rachel's mascara, I applied it thinly so it wasn't obvious, like usual.

"I'm off now, bye Sara," I hugged her and grabbed my bag and phone, ready to leave.

"Do you want me to drive you?" She offered.

I smiled, "That would be lovely."

"Just let me grab my keys," and she dashed off to find her bag.

I stared into the hallway mirror, examining how Rachel had changed and trying to find out the cause of it, she was no longer the confident girl I use to be best friends with.

"Ready?" She asked me.

"Yeah," No, I silently corrected myself.

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Author's Note

I had fun writing this, even if it was confusing to write. As ever I hope you've enjoyed it.

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