High Voltage/Sarcasm1C
From Create Your Own Story
"I've never felt better!" I exclaimed with a big grin. The blonde rolled her eyes. Faking interest in this girl was killing me. I could not stand being in this body and needed her to bring me home so I could figure out what to do about it. The nurses waved to us as we walked down the hall and to the elevator. When the elevator opened, I was greeted by shrieking as two brown-haired girls spotted us and ran over with their arms outstretched.
The taller one had blue eyes and she reached me first, embracing me in a hug. "Looks like you've seen better days!" she said.
The shorter one also gave me a hug, "I kinda expected your hair to be going in all directions like in the cartoons. Of course, you don't look much better."
The blonde led on to the parking lot and we all got into a pretty new looking Toyota Camry. Once inside the conversation switched from me to general gossip. I put the hood up on my sweatshirt and started to drift off, but I heard a sound come from inside my purse. It was a response from my old phone. "Come over at 9PM. Jess won't be here." It was a simple message, but it was exactly what I wanted to hear. Soon I would be able to speak with the one person in the world who might understand what happened to me.
While I had the phone open, I checked Facebook to try to remember which one of the brunettes was which. Hannah was shorter, and Elianna was the tall one with the blue eyes. I would need to commit that to memory. I couldn't forget these little details.
"Lauren," Elianna said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Are you still coming out to dinner with us, or are you too tired?"
I looked at the clock, it was only 4. My stomach growled. I didn't really want to be with them. I needed to be sure I met with my old body at 9, but I was hungry. "Sure, would we be going soon?"
The car pulled up to the Carvey Dorm. "Just as soon as you take a shower," Hannah said. Everyone groaned. "I didn't want to say it before, but you smell like they left you in that puddle for hours."
I followed my roommates into the dorm. It was one of those suites were everyone had a single room around a shared common area and bathroom. Suite number 209: Room C was my new address. I went in and let the door shut behind me. I didn't really want to shower. It meant confronting the reality beneath my clothes.
Should I:
