Switching Direction

Chapter 2: Confusion

||Louis in Cassidy's Body||

Flushing the toilet in the bathroom, I washed my hands and headed back to my room. I think I was scared from that trip to the bathroom. It wasn't that hard to figure out, so why do girls travel in groups to the bathroom?

Back in Cassidy's room I decided to snoop it out. I needed to figure out what was going on. Obviously there was an obsession with One Direction. On the dresser were some awards. Top of The Class, Spelling Bee, Ethics Bowl, Debate Team. Obviously this girl was really smart. All of them had the name Cassidy on them. I guess that was her name. 

Along with all the awards were frames filled with photos of Cassidy and various people. There was a picture of her and some boy, judging by how similar they looked I was guessing it was her brother. There was also a picture of her and a girl that looked around the same age, both smiling as they stood in front of the statue of liberty.

Voices arguing from downstairs startled me and brought me out of my thoughts. I couldn't hide out in this room forever. I might as well head down there and figure out what is going on. Looking down at the pajamas I was wearing, I decided I needed to get into some different clothes.

I pushed clothes aside in her closet. I found a pair of black skinny jeans, sure why not. On the ground behind all the beat up tennis shoes was a pair of black boots. Then Looking through the drawers I found a simple white sweater. After being with Eleanor for years, I figured that I knew a little bit of girls' fashion

Eleanor. As I changed into the other clothes, thoughts began to swirl through my head. If I was in Cassidy's body, does that mean she was in mine? Or did I just completely disappear? What would happen with El?

There wasn't anything I could do about it right now, so I just needed to figure out what in the world was going on. I walked into the hallway, very hesitant. I had no idea how many people were here. Creeping along the hallway I passed by pictures of Cassidy, her parents, and her (what I thought to be) brother. The stairs creaked as I walked down them. 

At the bottom I found myself standing in the entry of the house. It wasn't a huge house, but it wasn't crammed. I heard voices coming from another room of the house. Following the voices, I entered a well lit kitchen. Cassidy's mom, who I had met earlier, was busy making two sandwiches. A man, who looked like her Father, was sitting at the table reading a newspaper. I just stood there, unsure as to what to do.

Cassidy's mom looked up from the sandwiches. "Hey Cass, I made you breakfast. Eggs and sausage, your favorite," she said with a smile. I looked over to the table and saw a plate of food. Without a word I slowly walked over to the table, and sat down. The food looked good, but I still had no clue what was going on. What if the food was poisonous?

Picking up the fork I stabbed the food, but didn't eat any of it. "Where is your darn brother?" Cassidy's Father said. "Jackson!" He called. "Get down here!" He glanced over at me. "Aren't you hungry Cassidy?"

"Uh..." I froze. "Yeah, just... tired." I said, and hesitantly raised a fork full of eggs to my mouth. Biting down on them, they tasted normal. Not poisonous. That was a start.

I heard someone thumping down the stairs, and a boy a little bit younger than Cassidy.... or me, I don't really know, appeared in the kitchen. He had the same brown hair that was up in a messy quiff, and his black hoodie hid most of his hair.

"Finally. Jackson, I need you to rake the yard after school today," their Father said to Jackson. 

Jackson had already dug into a pile of toast on the counter. "Can't." He said, his mouth full of toast. "I've got lacrosse practice." He said.