The alarm goes off again and I jolt awake. I turn it off, but notice the time is eight o'clock, not seven thirty. As I rub my eyes, something feels off. I look around my room... this isn't my room. My senses immediately flare up and my brain gets forced out of bed. I see dark walls, clothes laying on the ground - none of which are mine - a football in the corner. Where am I? Did Chad kidnap me? The thought of that sends a shiver down my spine. I need to get out of here now.
I get out of bed and stumble forward, falling onto the wooden floor. Why did my balance feel so uneven? No longer covered in blankets, I can see my body, but just like this room, it isn't mine.
I see a male body. I move a male body. Am I in a male body? What!?
I move my legs; the large, somewhat hairy legs move around.
I move my arms; the lengthy, somewhat hairy arms move around.
I gasp frantically; the wide, completely flat chest expands quickly.
This can't be happening, what's going on!? This must be a dream - a nightmare!
I poke my cheek as hard as I can; a low voice groans in pain.
My hands - wait, no they're not mine - immediately cover my mouth. Was that my voice?
"H-Hello?" a boy tentatively asks. That is my voice! But it's not my own!
Mirror! I need a mirror!
I get up, stumble around again and look for a reflective surface in the room. Nothing. I need to find the bathroom in this house. I walk towards the door and grab a hold of the knob, but hesitate. I don't know where I am, I don't know if I'm even safe here. Before I barge on out of the room, I press my ear against the door and listen very carefully.
Silence permeates the house.
Where's mom? Or Liam? Heck, even Chad would be somewhat of a relief right now!
I open the door slowly, causing it to creak, and step into the hallway. I look both ways: one leads downstairs, the other to three rooms. The hallway feels cramped. I tip-toe towards the three rooms and open the first door.
Another bedroom reveals itself, and I immediately shut the door. Please don't tell me someone was in there!
The second door reveals another bedroom, and a lot of dust. I shut the door immediately.
Finally, the third door opens to a bathroom, and I hastily scramble towards the sink.
A blue-eyed boy with dark brown hair stares back at me in the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
The Swap
Teen Fiction"Where am I? This isn't my room. Wait, this isn't my voice, either! This isn't my body!" Allison Par is a timid girl. She just moved to a new town and her mom started dating a new man. Allison just wants him gone, but she's too terrified to speak up...
