The alarm goes off again and I jolt awake. I turn it off, but notice the time is seven thirty, not eight 'o'clock. As I rub my eyes, something feels off. I look around my room... this isn't-
I must be dreaming.
The pastel-coloured walls, the carpet floor, the floral-designed blanket, all of it surrounds and confuses me. My mind can't pick an emotion to feel.
I must be dreaming. This isn't my room anymore. Why am I here?
All of a sudden, my brain starts working and I throw off my blanket. To my horror I see frilly pyjamas, slender limbs and a pair of-
I must be having a nightmare.
Hastily, I scramble out of bed and spot a mirror on a desk. When I look into it, a familiar face looks back at me, confused, panic-struck, angry, miserable, all at once: a brown-haired girl with blue-eyes looks back at me. Why? I feel tears forcing their way out, but my other emotions hold them in. I feel like a person whose split personalities are splitting my head open.
My breathing and gasping unsettles me further with their high pitch. The hair on my head taunts me further by obstructing my view. Everything around me sends me further into a panic as reality sinks in.
I don't want to accept it.
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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...
