Noelle

 

I sit up panting in the ruffled up sheets of my bed. I calm myself and begin to wonder where Iam. Harsh sun, dry air, throat
parched. And it all comes back to me in a flash. I see sobbing, tears stinging my eyes, and the unwillingness to go except I don't know where. I look at my
hands. Deep brown with sunburn. Thesearen't my memories, and I can't seem to reach who Iam here, and now. I step closer to my full length mirror.
Who is this person standing before me? I get memories from time to time, ones that I don't recall. The strange thing is, I know who Iam, what I look like,
but I don't look like this now. I wasa caramel color with occasional patches of scabsand bruises on my knees, but now my skin isa deep coffee color with
skin so flawlessand clear it could passas water. My hair was short and wasa beige color.

Phoebe

 

I stretch in bed, a normal summer Saturday to me. . I don't remember moving to this house. Earlier my bed was tear soaked from moving
and my mattress was on the floor. Now, the mattress is on a bed frame, and the room around me look complete. Also, my name is Phoebe, but how come
the nameplate on the nightstand says noelle? I get up, stumble out of this strange bed, and walk around the house. It doesn't smell like the musty paint
smell the night before, and I instinctively call out for my mom. "Can I go to the beach?"Then I remembered. We've moved, I think sullenly. The
numerous sticky notes tell me that whoever Noelle's parentsare went to work. A burst of light splits my head in two, and I see some visions. I seea girl who
looks like me! Or who I used to beat least. She turnsaround with a clearly confused face. She seems to have the same experienceas me, the horrifying
nightmare, and the fact that she isn't in her body isall plastered on the girl's face. As quick as lightning, it disappearsas quickly as it cameand I fall
backwards, light headed and dizzy.

Noell

 

I sat in bed, my knees rising up to my chest as I pondered what I'm going to tell this girl's mom. "Uh- i'll be leaving now." her
mom mumbles. I feel like I'm going to cry. My mom is worried sick, and now I've madeanother person sad too. She closes the door shut, leaving me to
wallow in my own misery. Then, an ideastrikes in my mind. I have Phoebe's memoriesalong with mine, so I could remember where my house is! I devisea
plan, and I feel like I'm doing flips.
. No one in the house is stirred up, they'reall asleep. To my surprise, thereare meals outside my door. I feel guilty, for their fake child is going out to a
random stranger's house. Shaking off any feelings of emotion, I creep slowly and quietly. I know what floor boards not to step on. After what seems of an
eternity, the front door looms over me. I keep hesitating, getting closerand closer to the fine grain oak door. My trembling hand rises up from my side, and
twists the brass door knob.. The sunlight no longer seeps through the leaves of the trees, or the sparrows chirp their cheerful birdsongs. Instead, the
branches sway from side to side, and the owls hum an eerie tune. I can feel theanxiety creeping up from behind me. Afterafew blocks, I know my house is
near. The two story brown house seems more welcoming than it always was. I think of freshly dried blankets, and snuggling in them until my heart's
content. The doorbell catches me by surprise.

Phoebe

 

I'm too buried in my misery to realize someone isat the door, and it wasn't until the third ring that I snapped back to reality. I
run downstairs, somehow hoping that this isall a dream and my normal life would return. the front door is in front of meand I slip my hand overand
under the knob. Lo and behold, there she is, an exact copy of me, the girl who stole my life. "Listen, I don't want to be here, and I know you don't either.
Let's work togetherand find a way to get back in our bodies." She says. I feel likea volcano. Why should this girl even deserve my help? She's probably been
enjoying my parent's company and meals, while I've been left homeall day. Then, it feels like I'm being controlled against my will, and before I knew it, a
blinding light that separated us both. Then, the beam engulfs us both, until I'm face to face with her in a completely dark landscape. We turn to the left
and there she is. She looks otherworldly, gracing the ground. "Ceridwen" The name echoes in my mind. She raises her copper fingersand snaps. I sit up,
panting in my bed.