Linda quickly dashed outside to get some air and clear her head as to what was going on. She shook her head and tried to figure out just how this could have happened and why her niece was dressed in her clothes while her youngest son's teacher was dressed and acting like her eldest son.
She stood at the curb, looking around. Everything seemed normal out here. Then she looked across the street, and gasped. It was Zoe, but not in her usual pale and black makeup, and horrid clothes...clothes she suddenly remembered she was wearing. She'd been scrubbed clean and was wearing a flower print dress and working in Mrs. Wilson's garden, humming to herself.
She stared. Then gaped as a jogger went by. It was a male teenager, wearing a sports bra and a pair of female running shorts. She recognized him from Jon's school, but couldn't place the name.
Quickly, she ducked back in the house and closed the door behind her and in her head prayed that this was all a dream, although little did she know that things were only just beginning for her.
