Two years went by since that afternoon and I hadn’t talked to Alana since. I tried my best to forget about the conversation entirely but that wasn’t so easy; so was forgetting Alana. We had been besties since the third grade and I was beginning to miss her but, I knew it was best for the both of us to just stay away from each other.
It was another boring Monday and that meant of course, Social Studies and and the one time I forgot to study there was a test; just my luck.
“Take everything off your desk except your pencil and get ready for the test. Remember if I catch you cheating you paper will be taken away and you will be given a zero, no exceptions. Good luck and I hope you studied!”
I get the test and everything I had learned in class over the last week flew out of my head and I was dead. I knew none of the answers which meant and F for me. My parents were going to kill me. “I wish I had someone else’s mind right now!” I thought in my head. Then everything went black.
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I woke up and was in this white room with nothing in it. “What’s going on?” I walked around this strange empty room wondering what had happened room A23. Why wasn’t I there any more? Was I in a coma? But then I found that the room was no longer empty. There was a desk in one of the corners and a boy was sitting in it writing something down. Then I heard a voice and I thought it was the boy’s but it wasn’t coming from the direction of where the boy was sitting; it was coming from all around the room.
“What year did the French revolution begin? Really that’s a question? It’s so easy that I could answer it in my sleep.” I heard the voice say. Then I realized that, that was the first question on the Social Studies test. Maybe that boy was taking the same test for who knows why and could give me the answers so, if I ever got out of that place I might not fail the test anymore. I walk over to the boy and ask him if he could give me the answers.
“Whoa, what are you doing here, how did you get here, aren’t you Cora in this Social Studies class.”
Then I see that the boy is Jimmy Phillips, and he is right, I am in his Social Studies class. I decide I might as well answer his questions since he seems to be really freaked out that I’m here. But just as I’m about to answer him everything goes black again and then I’m back in my desk, in room A23 but it is not the same as when I had left. Everyone was crowded around something, someone and were asking questions like, “Jimmy can you hear me?” and “Should I go get the nurse?” Even Mr. Evans looked worried. Then I could see that the person everyone was crowded around was Jimmy Phillips, the boy I had just seen. Then the nurse walked in, carried him out, and class was dismissed early.
