The alarm goes off again. For a few seconds after I turn it off, I sit still and listen to the silence that permeates the house. I wait for my ears to pick up the sounds of my family, but they don't ever appear. When I open my eyes, it's like my mind chokes: I see dark walls, clothes laying on the ground, a football in the corner. It's a horrifying yet tear-jerking, familiar sight.
Am I dreaming?
I throw off the blanket and to my relief see my pyjamas, my legs and my chest.
Am I dreaming?
Even though I'm almost completely certain of it, I need to confirm it visually. I jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom. I scurry to the mirror and brace myself.
A brown-haired boy with blue eyes looks back at me.
Why now? How even? The same questions as a month ago go through my mind. What did we do to cause this? I can't be bothered to answer or even ponder about those questions as the euphoria of the situation flows over me.
I'm Zachary Marlowe again. I'm me again.
Am I dreaming?
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Jugendliteratur"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...
