Prologue:
I thought death would be worse. More gruesome, vicious maybe. Not that it wasn't. It was actually very, very lonely. For a while at least. My "death" was my first ever memory.
August 2, 2009, 7:14 am. I had just turned 12 and we were driv...
I woke up from the "surgery" and Jordan is standing next to me. "Hello beautiful." He said with a smile. He sat next to me. "Do you hurt anywhere or feel nauseous?"
"No, I'm fine. Do you have a mirror or something that I can look at?"
"No, sorry."
"Its ok." I got up and walked to the opposite side of the room and stood in front of the mirror I had just put there. "Ew. That's even worse than before." I laughed. "No offense to you or anything."
"Nah its fine." He gently smiled while looking at me through the mirror.
"I can change on my own now though, sooo...how? Just like, imagine it?"
"Like your other powers."
"Ok." I imagined myself down to every last detail. Hair makeup, clothes, everything. I opened my eyes and see Jordan looking at me in disbelief. "Hello?"
JORDAN'S P.O.V
I couldn't talk. She was beautiful. Like, unbelievable she was even standing in front of me. "Hello?" She asked. I hadn't had realized I was staring. "Oh, uh, sorry." She giggled a bit. "Fine, I'll tone it down." She said. She still looked amazing, but more tolerable, I guess.
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