The Switch

Chapter One

       "Hey, Piper!"

       I peered up from my text book to see my bestfriend Charlotte running towards me, her blonde hair flowing behind her. I noticed a group of guys watch her as she ran past them.

       "Guess what!" Charlotte said as she flopped down next to me. 

       I closed my text book. 'What?"

       "Well," Charlotte grinned. "Mrs. Rohr put up the list of lab partners for our project and I am partners with James Brook." Charlotte had been crushing on James Brook since grade eight. She could get any guy in this school but she seems to only want the basketball star James Brook.

       "And who do I have?"

       Charlotte's smile grew, her green eyes twinkling. "Rogan Winters." I moaned and rolled my eyes. "Oh, come on Piper! Rogan is a total cutie and plus, he plays basketball with James. You date Rogan, I get closer to James then we date, go to prom together, get married and have three children."

       I stood up and began to walk out of the cafetria, Charlotte quickly trailing behind. 

       "Charlotte, I'm not going to date Rogan." I said, unlocking my locker. "I'm just going to do a project with him and then-"

       "Do him?" Charlotte suggested. 

       I shook my head and stuffed my books into the locker. I've barely ever talked to Rogan Winters unless he's asking me for a pencil. Let alone date and/or screw him. I was just going to get this project over with and then never speak to him again. Easy as that.

       My locker door suddenly shut and Rogan leaned agasint my locker, smirking. His pale grey eyes bore into mine, his brown hair swept to the side. Charlotte patted my back and turned away, an all too knowing look on her face. 

       "So you're my partner for this project, huh?" Rogan began, "Well, come to my house at six. We'll start then. Okay? See you later." Rogan ruffled my hair and strutted away towards the gym. 

       I blew my hair out of my face and sighed as I opened my locker door again.

**

       An elder women opened up the front door, a toothless grin shown. She grabbed my hands and studied them, her once smiling lips now small and purched. 

       "Ahh," she said quietly, "Your hands; they show promise. You will go far, my dear, so far. You must learn lesson first, yes? Big lesson. Oh, ah. Good luck, my dear."

       My mouth hung slightly open awkwardly. What was I supposed to say to this old woman reading my hands? Is this even Rogan's house? Oh god, am I going to get murder today.

       Suddenly Rogan pushed past the elderly lady and she dropped my hands. 

       "Grandma, what are you doing? Go help mom in the kitchen." Rogan insisted. The women waved a boney hand and hoddled away. "Sorry about that, my grandmother is pretty old and well, different. Come in?"

       I gingerly stepped into his house; it was very large and very bright. Everything was a different shade of white. Marble statues lined against the walls, paintings of different scenery placed around. A golden chandelier hung over the large white table with lit candles in the middle. Marble stairs swirled up to the floor above. It was so quiet. I felt very out of place and uncomfortable.

       Rogan put his hand on my upperback and pushed me forward. 

       "Follow me." He stated, making his way up the marble staircase. My feet sounds so loud against the floor.