I'm Still Sadie

Excuse My French

EXCUSE MY FRENCH

Fun fact: I was hopeless.

After I left Dana, I decided to go wander around the school grounds by myself. The campus was prettier than my own high school in Iowa, but I lived in the middle-of-nowhere; everything was prettier than in Iowa.

Beyond the parking lot were the football fields. I strolled by there and observed the classrooms. Approximately twenty-four hours before, I was jumping out of one of them. My eyes judged the distance from the windows to the ground, and all I could comment on it was yikes.

Then I found myself walking off of school property and heading in the direction I had came in on the bus. I assured myself that my break from school was necessary, that I needed time to adjust to my surroundings before I'd take on the challenge of going to school as someone else.

Oh well, as long as I wasn't dying, it was an improvement over yesterday. And that was my mantra until the sun set and I found myself back at the house. The bad-language-sensitive woman was there serving chicken for dinner, as was a man and two other people I didn't recognize. I smiled and stuffed my face with food rather than trying to talk.

All my stress came to an end after I took a shower that evening; all of my worries ceased to exist when my head hit the pillow.

• • • •

The next morning, my eyes fluttered open to a dastardly sight: there were string lights covering the walls and ceilings.

Yes, it was pretty for decoration, but then again, I didn't have any string lights in my bedroom in Iowa, and neither did Tegan or Clarke in their rooms.

So that meant one thing: I still wasn't myself.

And after spending an entire day as a dude, I was expecting that that would be the end of it. My logic was flawed. I thought that throwing myself out of a window would mean the end of this too.

It technically was since I had woken up as Clarke, but now it appeared treating Clarke well and not throwing him out of a window had the same effect.

God damnit. There had to be a bright side.

That was what I was desiring as I stared at the rainbow string lights that morning. Bright sides had existed in small doses so far on my adventure. As Tegan, it was exciting because under the impression I was dreaming, I was free to do whatever I wanted, including punching teachers and free falling to the concrete.

And as Clarke I was tall.

No, it wasn't as profound as anyone would've hoped, but it was still meaningful to me. So perhaps as this mystery person in this mystery location that I was right now had another thing to offer, because as my dad often liked to say, "There's always a silver lining."

I stretched my arms and legs and coaxed myself out from underneath the covers. That was when I got a look at my chest.

And you know what I discovered? I had boobs. And you know what that meant? That I was back in a girl's body. If anything, I was already one mini-step closer to being Sadie again.

Still, while that relaxed me temporarily, I had to wonder why I was here in this girl's body.

Reincarnation was starting to make sense, but there were a few things wrong with the idea. First off, I didn't die. And second, if this were reincarnation, how come I joined in at such an odd moment in these people's lives? People were reincarnated into babies, not random teenagers for a day.