Mackenzie's POV
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I wake up to the frighting noise of my alarm clock playing the classic apple alarm sound.
I feel weird, sick maybe.
I jump out of my bed my eyes not yet adjusting to the darkest at 6:00am. I move slowly over to my light switch, expending my arm out as far as it can reach.
The tips of my fingers finally reach the... wall.
My heart stops, my light switch is always there. I then realise that my bed is never usually where it was this morning.
I've... I've been kidnaped.
Not wanting to alert my kidnapper, I don't scream. Instead I wait for my eyes to adjust so that I can turn on the light.
After a long 2 minutes I can see enough to make out a switch next to the door on the left wall.
I quietly walk towards it hoping to make no sound. Fortunately I reach the switch and light flushes my eyes.
I look around the room.
It looks to "homely" to be a kidnappers house.
Am I in Hayden's room?
Confused I inspect the pictures on the walls.
I look at one hung above the bed, it shows a young, familiar looking boy. Around 14 with short blond hair and a nice smile.
My minds try's to make connections on how I know this boy.
I adventure some more, making my way to the connecting bathroom.
I enter onto the marble flooring and look up.
My heart skips a beat. I stare in shock at the face before me.
The mirror shows a young boy, around 14 with short blond hair.
I'm the kid in the photo.
I don't scream, I am to shocked to make a noise.
His phone, maybe I can figure who he is, who I am.
I see a new looking iPhone 8, I walk towards it and pick it up.
It has a password. I am screwed. I will have to live like this forever.
Unless, he has his fingerprint loaded.
I place my thumb on the home button my fingers crossed.
The phone opens and I press the application; instagram.
I read the username: johnnyorlando.
I am convinced I know this person. I scroll through his feed, pictures of him with this girl named Annie Leblanc.
I finally reach a photo. Him. At age 10. Johnny.
The puzzle pieces join as I realise; this is my old best friend. In the beginning of middle school Johnny was my best friend, he then moved to Canada and he just left my mind.
Is this dream. Why am I Johnny. Does that mean Johnny is me.
I send myself a message, hoping for a reply.
"JOHNNY ARE YOU AWAKE" I hear his, I assume mother calling.
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