|Outside of My Skin Chapter 1
Author: Your-Ouija-Board PM
Read and learn.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 694 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-10-05 - id: 2046077
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"Yoko wake up!!! It's 6:45 and you're going to be late for school!"
I sat up abruptly and wiped the remaining drowsiness and confusion from my eyes.
'Yoko??' I thought, as I looked around my boyfriend's room to find his mother looking me directly in the eye.
"Are you going to get up or just sit there like a log?! GET UP IMMEDIATLEY!"
Mrs. Harper stormed out of the room with a look of succession as she had woken "her son" up.
I jumped out of Yoko's bed and rummaged through his closet to find something to wear. This was impossible. 'Am I still dreaming?' I thought.
I dragged myself into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was not looking at myself. I was looking at my love.
I somehow managed to urinate standing up, grabbed a
pop-tart, and rushed to catch the approaching bus. The bus driver bitched at me when I didn't sit in my proper seat; but got over it quickly seeing as I was not about to move.
I had already dashed off the bus before it came to a complete halt and ran for the cafeteria. There, I eagerly waited to see what would happen. 15 minutes later a tiny brunette stumbled through the door with a dumbfounded expression on her face. It was me.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!?" She… I mean… I, exclaimed.
"Okay then I'm not crazy" I said with a sigh of relief. "Are you even wearing a bra?!"
"No, thought it looked better without it" Yoko exclaimed with a sly grin on my face.
"This is not the time for jokes," I stated, although I failed to hide my smile. "How did this come about?"
"I'm not sure" Yoko said, "but I had this dream."
"What was it about?!" I stated looking myself frantically in the eyes. I needed to figure out what was going on, and fast, considering the first period started in 10 minutes.
"I dreamt that I was you, and when I woke up, I was! I don't know how that managed to come across, but it really did happen. Did you have any outrageous encounters that could possibly lead to this?"
I tried as hard as I could to remember anything odd, or any of my dreams, but with Yoko's horrible short-term memory, I failed. Had his mind somehow become mine? No. Not completely. Not yet.
"Not that I recall" I sighed.
The bell rang. 6 minutes to arrive at Yoko's destination in the locker room. I wished him luck knowing he'd be miserable during choir second period. I didn't even think I'd later suffer the consequences for him not knowing how to sight-read, because there were too many other thoughts in my… or his... mind to care.
"Good luck to you too" he said, and dashed for the 3 flights of stairs he had to climb.
I changed in the only bathroom stall, as I didn't want to see the guys that lingered around the locker room. I took this time to admire what Yoko looked like from this point of view. For the first time in my life, I was muscular, had a perfectly straight nose, and green eyes. Just what I've always wanted.
I arrived at the gym and started stretching for the day's activities. I soon came to realize that Yoko was not flexible at all. This came as a huge shock to me, seeing as I was a dancer.
I faked a stomach ache and sat out the whole period so I didn't have to participate in football. I fucking hate football.
I spent this time pondering about how Yoko was doing. The real Yoko trapped in Luna's body. I wondered if he was experiencing my ADD, or if he was in the bathroom having fun with himself…myself. I wondered so much, and all my questions in search of their answers just remained there. They were being paid no attention to by whoever or whatever was doing this to us.