Swapped

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Mooom!" I yelled from upstairs.
"INDIGO!" My mom bellowed. "I told you a thousand times not to shout, and yet, what do you do every time you want something?"

"But moom!" I yelled again. "This time I don't want something, I need it. Well, I also want it but-"
"Get to the point!"
"Uhmm, well-"
"Indigo, just tell me what you need!"

"I need toilet paper! We're out of toilet paper! By the way, how come you tell me not to shout and yet you shout back?!"

"Because."

"Because what Ja- mom? Everytime I use that as an argument you tell me to come back when I have a better reason, something other than because."

"Well, Indigo, here you have your reason. Because I'm your mother, and you do as I say. And are we starting this again?"

"Starting what?" I moaned.
Sometimes she annoyed my so much. She always had to nag, always.
Indigo, again? Indigo, don't start now. Indigo this, Indigo that!

"I'm your mom, okay? Your mom. It's not Jane it's mom. Or mother dearest, which ever you prefer."

It's not that I didn't know that she was my mother, it's just that I didn't really feel it sometimes. It was an inexplicable thing, even I didn't know what it meant. And sometimes it just came right out of my mouth. But it hadn't happened in ages. I didn't even know why that happened again.

"Okay!" I snipped. "Am I gonna get my toilet paper now?"

She handed me a roll of toilet paper and told me to check next time before I started doing my business. 

Ugh, why does she have to be so rude. I never did anything to her. It's like she isn't my real mother. Okay okay, stupid thought, of course she is. Why does she have to be sooo annoying though, can't she even relate to her own daughter? My. Gosh. It isn't my fault that I called her Jane when I was like 4 or 5. Obviously Jane will slip out sometimes, 'what you learn before you're six will never go away'. At least dad said that... When he was still alive. Even though it's a bit stupid, because I don't remember anything I learned when I was two or three. Whatever, he probably didn't mean it like that.

And it wasn't just the name thing. Most of the time I just didn't feel a big connection. Yeah, we lived in the same house, and that all of my life, but I felt like something was missing. I was probably going crazy...

Maybe I just wished I was adopted or something like that. If that was really true I'd probably wish that right back away. Maybe I just wanted some kind adventure, maybe my life was just too boring. I was a self pronounced born actress, always wanted be one!
The only major role with big publicity I've had so far though was when I was about 3 or 4 years old, and that stayed unnoticed for a long time so really now my life was quite boring.

Far too boring. Even unusually monotonous.

Something had to happen soon, or it would really get peculiar.

* * *

At half past six my moms boyfriend, Albert, arrived from work. 

"Hey Jane!" Albert chimed. "Indigo," he smilingly nodded towards me.

Albert was nice, I really liked him. He would obviously never replace my dad, but Albert lived here for almost two years now, so I was cool with him. Besides, I already knew him a year before he had moved in.