Chapter 2
The
alarm goes off and makes me jump. I quickly turn it off and place it back onto
the bedside table, looking around for something to give me an idea of what this
lady usually wears. This room doesn't seem to have much furniture, as expected
of a new person in town, but with the photos on the wall, it seems that she is
intending on staying for a while. I open up the wardrobe, checking myself again
in the mirror and feel the side of my mouth curling up. I like her night gown. It
is lucky for me today that it is a Saturday as I cannot afford to miss a day of
school especially around the end of semester with all the tests right around
the corner of the semi-prom. As much as I dislike school, I quite enjoy the
subject of history. I am happy that I have it on every school day.
I
choose a blue long-sleeved dress that flop down to the knee of the body. The
fabric feels nice against the skin. I check to see that there are other dresses
in the wardrobe of the similar style before deciding that this is what the lady
will probably choose to wear. I nod at the reflection in the mirror and
silently whisper a sorry to the owner of the body. Looks like I will be
borrowing her for a while to see who she is and what her business here in town
is. Not that I can go back into my own body any time I want to anyway.
I
look around the room and open the drawers, finding a small journal to my
relief. Taking a deep breath and whispering another sorry to the owner, I open
the pages up to this week. She has a meeting with the church owner at 10 in the
morning today followed by a tour around the town at 2. She did not write who
she is going to the tour with, but I tell myself that it does not matter right
now. I need to find out why she has a meeting with the church owner, Mr.
Brookes. Looking back at the last few days of the week, it seems that she had
arrived in town just yesterday morning. I think I have no time to check where
she had come from, as I notice that I probably should get going for the 10 o’clock
meeting. I place the journal back into the drawer and leave everything the way
they were before I got up. There is no feeling of hunger inside the body;
instead, it feels extraordinarily tired. I decide that the lady must have
missed quite a lot of sleep from too much work.
The
kitchen did not hold much food that I was interested in anyway so I poured
myself a glass of water and drank it down before heading out. I need to find
out where I am first. Grabbing the lady’s bag that I find on the table, I make
my way out.
As
soon as I walk out the apartment that she lives in, I find out, from my memory
of every street I know in this town, that I am about 15 minutes’ walk away from
the church. I have plenty of time. I head towards my own house which is about
10 minutes’ walk away in the opposite direction. My parents are out of town for
the month –they are almost always out of town because of their business- and my
twin brother, Luke, is at a football camp thing, so I am safe to go into my own
house as a stranger. I also know that my own self will be heading out in a few
minutes to go shopping with Alison and some other friends, so I am safely away from
bumping into myself. You see, when I am exploring in someone else’s body, my
own seems to move and act exactly how I would, except without me in it. I still
haven’t figured out the big mystery of who or what controls my body and makes
it so perfectly, exactly as if I am the one in it at the same time that I am
actually in someone else’s body. I have spoken to and made conversation with
myself before while being in someone else, and had never failed to end up being
astonished and a bit freaked out that I was as if my mind had never left.
The
door is locked, meaning that no one is home. I lift up the doormat and dig out the spare key. It is
actually a good hiding place for a key considering that no one would bother
thinking of it being hidden in the most common place. The stairs are a bit
tough to climb in the black leather-laced high heels I chose to wear which I
thought matched the dress.
As soon as I get into my room upstairs, I turn on my
laptop and opened up a new word document.
Subject 245. I type, making those words bold with an
underline then undoing the bold and underline settings and pressing enter
twice. This lady seems to be in her late
20’s. She lives alone in room 41 in the apartment next to The Seafood Store.
She has a meeting with Mr Brookes and I am about to go and find out what this
meeting is about.
As much as I understand that this is unacceptable
behaviour and that I should not disrupt someone’s life and peek into their
business, I cannot help it. I have little to no control of my power and as much
as I am aware of, one moment I can be myself and the next I can be in someone
else’s body. However the only thing I am sure of, after so many experiences, is
that I don’t just go into some totally random person on this planet- to my
biggest relief. The people whom I shift into are always the ones who I have
stared at, thought about, got some interest in, or at least have seen them in
real life.
I remember the 50th subject I was in, whose name was
Jonathon King. Jonathon was a drop-dead gorgeous basketballer in my school who
was a senior a few years ago. The thing that lost points for him was the fact
that he was a total dick head. I did not have a crush or anything on him unlike
many of the other girls but because of my hatred of him being a player who had
crushed many girls’ hearts including Alison’s, I had thought about him. This
led to me shifting into his body. After that, me and Alison had laughed about
my description of his small private part, not that I had wanted to see it, I
was stuck in his body for a total of two days so I gave up the idea of not
showering. “Oh Lucia, of course he has a small “D”, it all went into his head!” Alison had
snorted.
I save the document and shut down my laptop before
heading out. It is a longer walk than I had expected, with the high heels that I
am wearing. Bad choice. I try to slow down, walking a lot slower than my usual
walking speed. To distract myself from the uncomfortable shoes, I think back at
what I remember about this lady whom I had just noticed yesterday. I suddenly recall
seeing her open her wallet and frowning at something. Thinking about this, I
open up her bag and take out the wallet. I turn it in my hand a few times,
feeling the leather case, before opening it when I am a few feet away from the
church entrance. As soon as I look inside, my eyes catch the photograph. Confusion take over my thoughts.
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