It was like one of the universal swaps, where during a thunderstorm two people collide and BANG their trapped in the others body.

Except it wasn’t like that.

This wasn’t a real body swap just the baseline of swapping lives. Yes. When I met Ellis I could see my reflection. She was my mirror image and I was stuck in despair at the time. She wanted a taste of true life in New York and I wanted to travel the world and escape the confinement of the overcrowded streets. So, when I proposed the fact we switched lives it wasn’t that absurd was it?

After some negotiating she complied. There was nothing to loose. We were two carefree teenagers with nothing to go back to. But, no I didn’t want pity. I just wanted time. Space. No responsibilities. And to be this girl that stands in front of me, well, I had an insatiable hunger for exactly that.

It’s not like anything bad can happen when your someone else. Of course, in movies they will involve the original; ‘oh, no but I’m getting married the day we swapped lives’ *faints*. No. It wasn’t like that. Two days with no school. No responsibilities. Just me and myself, and I guess Ellis’s identity…