I'm Still Sadie

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"Where are you going?" Brandi asked as she buckled herself up in the driver's seat of her rusty blue truck.

"Uh," I stuttered out.

Where was I trying to go? Should I give up and get the body I'm in back to Anamosa? Her family might be worried...

"Home," I told her finally. "Take me to Imposter Sadie's house. It's on Creekside Drive."

She laughed again at the mention of the silly yet accurate nickname I gave her. "I think I know where she lives."

Brandi gave me a wide smile with all teeth. "Imposter Sadie," she snickered as she pulled out of the parking lot.

I couldn't explain why, but I found myself smiling too and actually enjoying myself.

What the hell? Never in a million years would I expect that I'd like spending time in a rusty old truck with Brandi Schumann. She was practically my arch nemesis and ever since the limbo competition, I've always felt obligated to hate her.

Yep, so that meant that I definitely was losing my Sadieness if was taking. Go figure.

But the ride home was fun. Brandi thought that everything I said was hilarious, so with that knowledge, I took it upon myself to make her laugh a record number of times. I counted nineteen times, nineteen more times than I would've ever expected. Yet, all of our fun and games ended when Brandi pulled up in front of my house.

"Here we are," Brandi said. "Imposter Sadie's estate."

"Uh huh." I exhaled.

"Why do you call her that anyway? I don't get the significance."

I played with my tongue before trying to think of a response. Sometimes in situations like this, the truth sounded nice.

"I call her that because I was Sadie first," I said a little too harshly.

Brandi twisted her mouth in a weird shape and stared out her window. "Is Imposter Sadie even home? I can't tell."

"I hope not."

"Why are you here then?"

"I needed to see Imposter Sadie for myself. The problem is I just don't like what I see."

"Why did you need to see Imposter Sadie? She was pretty rude for ditching you at the café," she said, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

I looked into Brandi's eyes. "I can forgive her," I said, knowing damn well that Brandy had a point.

"I couldn't," she responded, shaking her head. "I don't know about you, but Imposter Sadie has always been...distant...and only with me! I've heard that she and Nell have been close since they were babies."

"She's probably just jealous," I mumbled. Wow, I thought, The truth really is coming out.

"I don't get it, though," Brandi said, putting her hands in her lap. "Why would she be jealous?"

Because you took away my temporary cool status that I got from winning a goddamn limbo competition, that's why! Of course, if I had said that aloud, I would've sounded insane, and that was the last thing I needed. All I wanted was to keep my craziness on the down low with Brandi.