A Wish Upon A Star (Emison)

Ethan Sky

Emily POV

A blaring alarm wakes me up. I sigh and slap the off button, then sit up, rubbing my eyes.

I look around and frown when I see the room I woke up in. I blink a few times, waiting for it to turn back to my bedroom but it never does.

I shake my head and stand up, going to my bathroom but everything is so different.

I am definitely still asleep.

I find the bathroom and make my way inside, splashing cold water on my face to wake my up. I sigh and look up into the mirror, screaming as I collapsed against the wall, sitting on the ground.

What the fuck was that?

I slowly stand up and look in the mirror, still seeing the same thing. A guy is in my place, staring back at me.

"What the fuck?" I question while I grab my "face". I tug on the skin and feel the skin pull. I shake my head and pinch my arm as hard as I can, grimacing in pain as I rip my hand away from my skin.

I then realize what my voice sounded like. Deep, masculine. I stare in the mirror, "is this really me?" My new voice comes out in a whisper now, not believing what I am seeing.

I sound like a guy, I look like a guy...shit!

"No no no no no."

I reach down my pants and widen my eyes when I feel it. I scream again, running out of the bathroom, stumbling and tripping on my way before I grab my phone..."this isn't my phone."

I look through it but...nothing. No contacts? What about the girls? No texts?

But there is an Instagram. I click on it and pictures of the guy in the mirror billow through the profile. Or...my profile.

"Ethan Sky?" I murmur, sifting through and I click the most recent one which is a selfie of the guy rolling his eyes.

The caption reads, Nothing sucks more than losing all of my contacts and texts. #ThanksTrump

I look at older pics, most of them taken in New York City, it seems. One recent one has comments saying that these people I don't know will miss me when I move to Rosewood. I shake my head, confused as to how this happened. Who are these people?

I grunt and look up at the ceiling, "what the fuck?! Why do I look like this huh?! Why am I a guy! What did I d-" I stop mid-sentence when it hits me.

My wish.

Last night.

"God, I wish that I could have what those guys have."

"Holy shit. I'm a guy."

I go to the dresser but spot a wallet on top. I grab it, rifling through it. There's cash. A lot, too. Credit cards, gift cards.

"Bingo."

I pull the license out and read it.

Ethan Cole Sky, Age 17, Born November 19, 1998.

I'm Ethan Sky. 

"Well Emily...or Ethan. Welcome to your new life. That God laid out so kindly for you." I shake my head and open a drawer, pulling out an outfit to wear to school. I still go to school, right?

I take my shirt off and widen my eyes, looking in the full-length mirror to see a ripped body. I'm tan, vascular and I have a 6-pack.