While walking to boyfriend's car we passed the spot where I was certain that I had been parked. My car wasn't there. I stopped and looked at the parking meter. I'd put enough for a few hours, but the meter read nothing.
As if I'd never even been there.
Boyfriend pulled my arm and we kept walking. We turned the corner and arrived to a parked motorcycle.
I was going to have to get on this thing? He got on it and looked up at me.
"No helmet?" I asked him.
"Wendy, you said it would mess up your hair so you left it home." He said impatiently.
Wow, Wendeline seems dumb. I cautiously got on the motorcycle not really sure how to properly sit. With his long arms he shifted my legs to where they were supposed to rest.
"You're acting so weird." Boyfriend muttered starting the motorcycle up.
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Becoming Wendy
Teen FictionLea Morales was content with her boring but peaceful life. She was an only child living with her single mom about to begin her second year of college when that all flips upside down. One day she suddenly finds her herself in someone else's body. Not...
