Bette looked out the fourth story window of the sparsely decorated room again and became frantic. She needed to figure this out but her mind seemed stuck. She still didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten here.

New questions sprang into her head as she considered the first questions. "Where's my mom? My dad? My sister?' The questions continued to pile up in her head as she desperately tried to make sense of the senseless situation. The dorm room was empty.

Across from her was another bed. Along the wall above it were pictures stuck neatly to the wall. It was another girl. Bette recalled what she thought was a dream and realized it had happened. After snapping at the first girl, the girl in the picture had come over to her and she'd done the same to her. Great.

There was no time to worry about who she'd managed to piss off in the middle of the night. She was thankful that neither of them was there while she tried to get her head on straight.

There were much more pressing questions. "Am I dead? Or in a coma and stuck in a bad dream? Or someone put a spell on me? Or drugged me? There has to be a reasonable explanation for me being in this foreign place and in this foreign body. Crap! What if I switched with someone?" That girl clearly thought she was someone named Lana. She wondered if it were possible that Lana might be at her house and in her body.

The anxiety started to kick in as Bette considered some strange person walking around in her body at that moment. Someone else might be in her body, in her bed, in her bedroom, in her house. In her life. She needed to think straight and a nice warm shower would hopefully do the trick.

Bette hunted in the drawers for clothes to wear. What did college kids where anyways? She decided to play it safe and grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans and a button down purple shirt. She threw them on the bed for after her shower.

After searching unsuccessfully around the bed, she found a big plush yellow towel hanging in the closet. Inside the organized closet were shoes she didn't think she could even walk in stacked nearly to the ceiling. "Crap. I know there are some tennis shoes in here. I'll find them after I can think clear enough to look."

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Lana let out a piercing scream that made Rebecca Locke come storming into her room with her hair standing on end and sleep in her eyes.

"What? What Bette? What's wrong?" Bette's mom asked anxiously.

"Nothing. Sorry. I thought I saw a rat or something," she lied. Things were getting stranger and stranger.

"Honey, are you okay? You sure you're not getting sick? Maybe you should stay home today." She felt Lana's head for a fever but her temperature seemed normal. Lana, instead, had a confused, unfocused, and lost look in her eyes and her head felt like it was spinning.

"Yeah, Maybe I should stay home."

She lay back down on the snow-flake pillow and let the sunlight filter through the window and onto her face. Her eyes hadn't even been able to adjust to see the woman who'd come in to check on her. She spoke to her like she might be the mother of whoever's body she was in.

Lana flopped over onto her stomach and closed her eyes to clear her head. She waited for the nice woman to leave the room and then turned back over and eased herself off the bed.

She glanced down at her hands and noticed the pale pink polish covering the nails. Ugh so boring and they aren't even freshly painted. She needed to stand up and see in the mirror above the dresser in the room. She tried to steel herself.

Peeking into the mirror and catching a glimpse of the person staring back at her she had to catch her breath and cover her new mouth with her new hands before another scream escaped. She stumbled back onto the bed. She strained to drag herself off of the bed again as the shock took hold of her legs.

She moved slowly back and forth in front of the full size bed trying to make sense of what she'd woken up to. The pretty pink and white bedroom. The nice woman. The unfamiliar body that had her trapped. She needed to get control of herself.

"I've got to do something. No. This is just a dream, a bad dream. Maybe a nightmare. I just need to wake up." Lana said to herself as she slapped her cheek hard.

A red hand sized print left on her cheek paired with the stinging sensation that filled her face assured her this was no dream. As her eyes focused and began to take in the rest of the room she noticed the tennis shoes and socks on the floor, a uniform hanging over a chair, and then then the photos dotting the wall of a happy teenage girl who looked just like the girl she saw in the reflection.

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