Dear Robot Diary,
11:42 am
Sorry I wasn't able to update you last night; things got pretty out of control when we fought about an a cappella group name that was never even going to be a real group. After we all agreed on the name The Rolling Tones, thanks to one of Banana's many puns, we decided it was time for bed. Of course, being that this was the school basement, it wasn't exactly bedtime ready. We had to do with what we had; mostly some old rolled up carpet found in a janitor's closet. You would think that being stuck in a school basement during Freak Week and lying on old carpet (that was probably from the 1950's) would be the worst of my troubles. Well, it's not.
This morning I woke up and I felt a little different. Maybe it was due to the fact that I slept in the same room as Crush and I had been dreaming of that day since sophomore year. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that I WOKE UP AS BANANA. I was physically Banana. I looked in the mirror and just about woke everyone up with my scream. After talking to the real Banana, (who was now me in every physical aspect) and reassuring her that my scream was not because I was afraid of my new look but because of the fact that I was no longer me, we came to the conclusion that nobody else in the basement had gone through this weird change, so we decided to keep it to ourselves. I guess if I want to look at this in a positive way, at least I am not a real banana, as in the fruit. That would always be worse.
After getting over Freak Week's choice to turn me into my best friend, I focus on what's really important here: Crush. His perfectly swooped back, slightly greenish-blue hair reminded me of an ocean wave. His laugh reminded me of why I obsess over him and his blue-green eyes shine through his black rimmed glasses. Don't judge me, diary. Anyway, did I mention his lisp? With almost every word he says, you can hear this very slight lisp. It's one of the MANY things I practically drool over and in all, he reminds me of a big marshmallow. Because he's sweet. And fluffy. Oh no, Crush is walking over to me. I gotta go. More later.
Dear Robot Diary,
1:13 pm
So my main goal this week was to NOT embarrass myself in front of Crush, but of course Freak Week has to work AGAINST me. Lunch consisted of a half frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple, and a semi-warm carton of chocolate milk. Everyone seemed to pair off in groups: Marmie, Banana, and I in one, Harry and Crush in another, and the somewhat awkward, antisocial Mr. Kevin by himself. It makes me wonder if anyone else has changed bodies with each other. Just saying it makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
I felt someone sit next to me. I quickly lock my tablet and look up to see Crush. Did he see what I was writing? What if he saw his name? Oh gosh. I clear my throat and sit up straighter. I go to fix my hair but I am reminded that I no longer have my shoulder-length hair; I have Banana's short, blonde hair.
"How are you?" He asks with that perfect smile of his. I nod and try to speak, but nothing comes out. Oh my gosh, Lace, get it together. I clear my throat.
"I'm good." I nod and slide my tablet to the side so there's no possibility it will be brought up.
"All of this is kind of weird, isn't it?" he said. "Nothing has really happened today."
Yeah. That you know of, I thought. He continued to speak.
"This would all be so much better if Harry weren't here." I look at him, a little perplexed.
"Isn't Harry your best friend?" I ask. He nods and then shrugs as if he doesn't even know the answer.
"I guess it would all be better if it were just me and you." Wait what? What did he just say? What. Did. He. Just. Say? He wishes it were just me and him? But wait. I'm Banana, and Banana is me. I look up at Banana to see Marmie holding Banana's feet as Banana walks around the room on her hands. What are they doing? AND WHY ARE THEY DOING IT? A slight nudge on my shoulder interrupts my thoughts. I look back at Crush.
"They're pretty weird, aren't they?" Great, Just when I think Freak Week couldn't get any worse, Banana ruins any chances I had with Crush. When she acts like this in her own body, it's okay, but I would appreciate it if she would think about what she's doing to my reputation. I've wanted to talk to Crush for so long and now that I have the chance, I want him to leave me alone.
"Are you okay? You seem a little... off." He said. A little off? I felt like telling him that being "off" wasn't really my fault. That I was trapped inside someone else's body while the person in my body fortuitously embarrassed me with her weird ways to pass the time.
"Just tired." I finally say as I stand up. I grab my tablet and walk over to my rolled out piece of carpet and lay down.
Dear Robot Diary,
4:18 pm
I guess my carpet bed is more comfortable than I give it credit for, or maybe I wanted to forget everything that was happening so I decided to forget all my troubles with a nap. That's what I usually do. I'm still trapped in Banana's body; I checked about five different times using my phone camera just to be sure. Marmie and Banana are playing card games, and Crush is half listening to a story Harry is telling him about some cheerleader he was stalking in class last week. I can tell he's only half listening because he's also staring at me. Now I'm writing in this diary to avoid Crush. I never thought I would want to avoid him, but this whole thing he has for Banana just makes everything extremely awkward. The only other person who knows about Freak Week's second event, is Marmie. For Marmie, she's done a good job at keeping our secret OUR secret. She has, though, noticed my desire to be alone today and keeps nagging me. I guess there's not much more I can write about right now, diary. More later.
I lock my tablet and slide it under my piece of carpet. I sit next to Banana and Marmie. Why are they looking at me funny?
"What?" I say.
"You've had a bad day today." Marmie says with a laugh. Thanks for pointing out the obvious.
"You deserve a-" Marmie gets cut off by Mr. Kevin tossing our dinner in front of each of us. Tonight, it consisted of room temperature school lunch pizza, a cup of fruit, and an old churro that was probably from last week's lunch. The rubbery, tasteless pizza wasn't so bad when you were starving. Of course, Banana continues to embarrass me. She eats the pizza as if she hasn't eaten in years. Pizza sauce covered her face and she talked with her mouth full. Like I said, if she were in her own body right now, then whatever, but right now she is ruining my image.
After dinner, Harry reads the latest news of what's happening outside. A string of tornadoes made of cotton candy rummaged through our town. I guess everyone was freaking out because they weren't sure how they would get the cotton candy off of everything, but all I could think about was how jealous I was to not be out there right now. I mean, it's cotton candy.
Dear Robot Diary,
10:53 pm
Everyone's asleep so I guess I should be, too. I'll let you know if anything changes.
Dear Robot Diary,
12:01 am
Banana and I both woke up at the same time. Coincidence? Nope! We are finally ourselves again and I couldn't be happier. Once again, I had to reassure Banana, after I almost screamed of happiness, that I in no way hated being her, I just wanted to be myself again. Thank you, diary, for getting me through the weirdest day of Freak Week I've ever lived through so far. Let's hope things don't get weirder.
I don't know.
Lace
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#WritingWithGrace Freak Week (Chapter Two)
Humor#WritingWithGrace When Lace and Banana wake to find that they have switched bodies, what will this mean for Lace and Crush? Will Banana's actions dissuade Crush from having feelings toward Lace?
