For some reason I can't get much food down during dinner. It's a silent meal, but Sarah is used to those, and I should be as well. Why am I so uncomfortable right now? So squeamish almost. Why am I not used to this silence during dinner? For the past month it's been nothing but silent dinners, how come only now I find it unsettling. Sarah finishes dinner and goes upstairs. When I finish my dinner, I don't follow immediately.
I sit there at the dinner table all alone, listening to the unnervingly unfamiliar silence that permeates the house. My stomach is full of guilt and grief. Why can't I move on?
For a moment, I wish my old mom was here to comfort me, but then I realise there are two things preventing that. That reality check clears my mind again. I remember why I've made my decision.
Give it a month and everything will be fine. We've already been swapped for a month.
...
A month is a long time.
And what if it doesn't become fine?
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The Swap
أدب المراهقين"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...
