I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my hair as a heard a car honk outside.

"Mom I'm going now, I'll be back in a bit," I yelled as I walked out the front door. But my mom was too busy watching some chick flick to notice.

I rushed outside and into my friend's car before my mom realized I was leaving when I'm supposed to be grounded.

"Hey dude, you stoked for the party?" Ethan asked as he began driving.

"Yeah, it's going to be epic!"

After a short drive while rocking out to the radio we arrived at the party house. There were cars, people and junk everywhere. The party was already in full swing.

As I walked in the door I was greeted by many people I knew and didn't know. Once I got past the crowd by the door, I looked around for my girl. Once I spotted her and her friends I walked over to them and put my arms around her waist.

"Hey baby," I greeted.

Rebecca turned around and kissed me, "Thank god you are finally here Kyle, now the party can start!"

"I'll be right back babe, I'm gonna go get a drink," I stated as I began walking to the kitchen.

"Get me one too!"

I looked back at her and smirked. Then I walked into the kitchen. As I filled up two drinks I saw geeky Kiki approach me.

"Hey Kyle, how's it goings?" she asked as she played with her dull black hair.

"Pretty good," I replied.

"You look extra hot tonight, your beautiful brown hair looks great gelled up," she flirted.

"Um thanks," I replied as I began walking away.

"Ok well I'll talk to you later!" Kiki yelled as I got farther and farther away.

Then after hours of drinking, partying and making out, Ethan approached me.

"Dude it's almost three am, we should probably jet," Ethan slurred.

"Ok," I slurred. Then I grabbed onto Rebecca and sloppily kissed her, "Later babe."

"Are you sure you don't wanna stay Kyle boo?"

"I'll catch you later," I replied then stumbled out the door. Ethan got in the divers seat and I got in the passenger seat.

"Dude, are you okay to drive?" I slurred.

"Yeah I'm fine plus you don't even have your learners yet so it's kinda our only option," Ethan laughed.

"Okay, let's go," I replied as Ethan continued his random laughing.

The car swayed in and out of the lines as we drove. All of a sudden Ethan stopped in the middle of the intersection.

"What are you…" I began but I was interrupted by the sound of a truck's horn.

A nearby truck rammed full speed into us. The truck slammed into the divers side and killed Ethan instantly. I wanted to yell for help but I was so scared I couldn't make a sound. I looked down at myself to make sure I was okay but I had a large piece of glass stabbed into my stomach. I watched as blood gushed out of the wound. I could feel myself fading away. The last thing I saw were the bright lights of the ambulance and the paramedic trying to pull me out of the wreckage before it was too late.

I awoke in a small bed in a large room full of beds but it didn't look like a hospital. I slowly walked out of the room and wandered down the long hallway. There were tons of pictures of a whole bunch of different kids on the walls. I slowly walked down the stairs and stumbled into the kitchen. I saw a middle aged couple sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Oh my gosh!" the woman exclaimed as she ran over and hugged me.

"I can't believe you are finally awake," the man smiled as he joined in on the hug.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have been in a coma for over seven years," the woman answered.

"How old am I?" I asked as I tried to grasp what was going on.

"You're fifteen," the man replied.

"Come on, I'll show you upstairs, you probably want to take a shower," the woman stated as she lead me up to the bathroom.

"Fifteen?" I thought, "But I was fifteen when I got in that car accident."

"I put a towel and a fresh pair of clothes inside, yell if you need any help," the woman smiled as she walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

As I walked in the bathroom I noticed it was all pink. It was filled with flowers, air fresheners and other girly things. I looked over and saw that the towel was bright pink as well.

I sighed then stripped down my clothes and got into the shower. As I put some girly, smelly, fruity shampoo into my hair I noticed it was much longer than it used to be.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

I tried to figure out what was going on in my head but nothing made sense. The last thing I remember I was fifteen and living with my single mom. Now I'm still fifteen, I live with some weird couple and I apparently just woke up from a coma. Plus I have really long hair which is weird because I never grow my hair long.

I grabbed onto the soap and began washing my body. My skin felt different, softer. I looked at my hands and noticed my nails were really long. And they were painted pink!

"Who the fuck painted my nails?" I yelled.

I continued washing my body when I noticed something else that didn't make sense, I had boobs.

I jumped out of the shower and pulled the pink fluffy towel around my body.

Then I cautiously walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection.

I still had brown hair and bright green eyes but my face was different, it was more feminine. I looked closer and noticed my ears were pierced. I took a step back at stared at my body, I was a girl!

"Are you almost done in there? I need to use the bathroom," a little voice asked.

I grabbed my clothes and then opened the door. Standing in front of the door was a little girl around the age of five who had her blonde hair tied up into pigtails.

"It's all yours," I stated.

"Are you the girl who was in the coma?" she asked.

I nodded.

She grabbed onto my legs and hugged me, "It's so nice to meet you! My name is Ariel.

"Um nice to meet you too," I replied as I lightly shook her off my legs.

She took a step back and looked at me, "So what's your name?"

"You don't know my name?" I asked.

"Nope, none of us know your name, not even your brother," she replied as she began to slowly hop up and down.

"My brother?" I asked.

"Yeah you have a brother, now I really have to use the bathroom," Ariel replied.

"Oh sorry well my name is Kyl…ie, Kylie."

"Nice to meet you," Ariel stated before running into the bathroom.

"A brother?" I thought, "Something really weird is going on here."

I grabbed tightly onto my towel as it began to slip off and walked over to the nearest bedroom and opened the door. But as soon as I opened the door I realized it wasn't my room because there was a teenage guy getting dressed inside. "Sorry dude," I apologized as I got out of his room and closed the door. But soon after the door opened again and the guy was fully dressed.

"It's no big deal," he commented as I noticed him check me out, "you're pretty cute."

I felt myself gag a little. A guy thought I was cute! But then I looked down at myself and remembered that he thought I was a girl.

"I'm Craig," he introduced.

"I'm Kylie," I responded.

We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before he asked, "Wait aren't you that girl who was in the coma?"

"Yup," I replied already bored of being known as the coma girl.

We stood there awkwardly for a few more seconds then I asked, "So what school do you go to?"

"I go to Northview."

"Cool so did I."

Craig gave me a confused look.

"I mean I think that's the school I'm going to," I stated.

"Oh ok," Craig replied. Then I noticed him look at the clothes in my hands, "If you are looking for your room, its second door on the left."

"Ok thanks," I replied as I walked over to the room and went inside.

I laid the clothes out of one of the beds then spread them out to see what was there. I saw a pair of skinny jean, a flowery shirt and some girly underwear. I grumbled to myself as I put on the ridiculous clothes. Then I walked over the mirror. The girl in the reflection was hot, but it's still hard to believe that's me.

I looked around the room for some shoes, but all I found were some stupid girly ones. I blurted out some profanities as I pulled on some girly little black shoes. I walked out of my room and saw Craig in the hall. He smiled at me and then we walked down stairs together.

"You're not my brother right?" I asked.

Craig laughed, "Well I'm your foster brother but genetically no."

I was relieved by his answer for some reason.

"Oh good you have meet Craig," the woman, I guess my foster mom commented.

"Craig can you go upstairs and tell the others to come down here," my foster dad asked.

Craig nodded and then jogged up the stairs.

"So my name is Cindy and this is my husband Ben," Cindy introduced.

"Um nice to meet you," I replied.

"So did Craig tell you that he is our only child?" Cindy asked.

"You're his real parents?" I asked. It's hard to believe that they were Craig's parents. They both had dark brown hair with dull brown eyes and a skinny build while Craig had jet black hair with amazing blue eyes and a muscular body. I gagged a little when I realized what I had just said, about a guy!

"Yeah but after having Craig we found out we couldn't have any more children so we decided to become foster parents so that Craig would have some kids to play with and we could give needy kids a good home," Cindy explained.

Then Craig came down the stairs with Ariel, a teenage girl around the age of seventeen and a guy who looked a little bit younger than Craig, he was probably around thirteen. The guy sprinted down the stairs with tears in his eyes and he hugged onto me.

"That's your brother, his name is Jake," Craig stated.

I looked at the boy hugging onto me and noticed his hair was the same as mine used to be, his face was similar to my face and he had the same eyes as me. I wrapped my arms around his strange boy and hugged him.

"I knew you would wake up," Jake cried.

I stoked his hair as I tried to calm him down. Because for some reason, I had this bizarre motherly feeling when I was around him.

Jake looked up at me, "I feel silly asking my own sister this but what's your name?"

"I'm Kylie."