I'm Still Sadie

Handle With Care

HANDLE WITH CARE

After stealing $50 from the body I was in, I stayed in his bedroom out of sheer guilt.

Nah, I just didn't want to leave, that's all. It wasn't even difficult to accomplish either. Nobody went looking for me, I eventually adapted to the stench of dirty socks, and if my calculations were correct, school was not in my future.

The best thing about today was my lack of contact from other humans. Finally free from people asking me all sorts of questions, almost as if I was supposed to have studied for a body switching test, I entertained myself by reading books from the shelf in the bedroom.

Besides the books, there was nothing else to do besides people watching out the window. But that became weird fast when all I could see out the window was the neighbor's bathroom.

I wasn't trying to be a pervert, it's just that they didn't have curtains and they should get some, that's all, you know, for my rapidly deteriorating innocence.

But since I could see them, they could see me too. That's why I closed the curtains and opted to sit alone in the darkness.

I'd rather sit alone and wreck my eyes by reading in the dark than give up the small amount of privacy I had today. But then of course, there was a knock on the door.

Oh goddammit. Why couldn't I go one day with a little privacy?

In came a teenage boy with a bowl cut, and I had no idea what his relation to my body was. Brother? Cousin?

"Knock, knock," he sang.

"Great," I muttered under my breath. "Who the hell are you?"

His eyes narrowed and I felt a little bad. It wasn't intended to be so rude, but it was. You'd have to blame that on...I don't know, I guess you'd have to blame that on me.

But that didn't stop me from being even ruder. "Well? Are you gonna tell me who you are?"

"It's me, Kevin."

I raised my eyebrow. "That doesn't answer my question."

Bitchy move, but at that point, my bitchiness was becoming more instinctive. In a few days time, my transformation into a total bitch would be complete, and would resemble that of a caterpillar into a butterfly.

Kevin crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What's your deal? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Um..."

"Um? Did you suddenly forget how to talk?

"No!"

"Then what's the issue? Do you hate me? Do you want to break up?"

"No." I ran my fingers through my short hair. "Wait, are we dating?"

"Yes," he said. "What did you think?"

"Well, I thought that..."

"Have my feelings been one sided this whole time?"

"No, I'm sure—"

"Then why are you acting so strange?"

"Because I'm not who you think I am! So please, just stop."

Kevin stepped closer to me and sat on the foot of the bed. "Then who are you?"

I had to applaud myself for how well I handled that. Now he for sure would think that I was a lunatic.