It had been about two weeks since Charlotte had stolen my body. I still don’t even know why she did it, but I was about to find out and (hopefully) get my body back.
When it first happened, none of my friends believed me when I told them who I really was. They thought I was simply Charlotte playing some sort of weird prank. Nobody except Emily, that is. I didn’t even have to prove it; she just told me could tell. I was thankful to have the help, and Emily and I spent all this time trying to find where Charlotte ran off to with my body.
That’s why were in this club, but just I was about to comfront her, I felt a tugging. I turned around to see Emily crying.
“What’s wrong?” I yelled over the throbbing bass in the club.
“Don’t do it, Jacob,” She said, “I like you. I’ve always liked you. But, big confession here, I’m a lesbian. And I knew it wouldn’t have worked in your old body. But in Charlotte’s body? Look, I don’tknow why she did it, but I like you like this. These two weeks haven’t been terrible, have they? Please, stay wit me.”
I didn’t know what to do. If I didnt comfront Charlotte now, I’d probably never get my body back. But this was a chance to be with Emily, who I will admit I had a crush on for the longest time...
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