(Author's Note - Excuse my Japanese. Used Google Translate and don't plan on doing much of it.)
And, in an amazing coincidence, at 3:47PM exactly...Barb made a wish. "I wish things were different." She didn't even particularly think it through. The teen was just frustrated and feeling isolated...something many teens feel. Unfortunately, many teens didn't make their wish at a school that was the subject of another wish. And that odd coincidence meant her week would be different than any other in town.
Suddenly, from Barb's perspective, a glowing light surrounded her vision. And when it cleared...she was in a strange bedroom. The glowing light seemed to still be surrounding her, but...she was definitely somewhere different. It was neat and clean, and completely unfamiliar. "What the fuck?" She said. But it barely got out of her mouth before things in the room started to shift. Items moving or changing. She felt a tingling all over...in every inch of her body, even in her mind.
She held up her hand to see the very skin on it changing, turning from a pale white to a darker color. A strand of hair covered her eyes and she reached to grab it....discovering her hair was suddenly a longer and black as opposed to brown. Her jeans turned into a navy plated skirt and her t-shirt became a simple white shirt. She whirled around and found a mirror in the room, gazing at herself. "なんてこった"
Wait, did I just speak in Japanese? Okay....this has to be a dream. But I wasn't sleeping She thought. She tried again to speak. "これは起こっていません" Shoot. Okay...Look around...look for clues...or some way to wake up...maybe I feel into a coma while walking home.
She looked around the room and saw several shelves with a mix of books in a familiar language and one in a less familiar one. It took her a moment to realize that the ones that seemed familiar were Japanese, and the other ones...the ones where she had to concentrate to figure out the title, were English. "Speak English," she said, and found the phrase coming out of her mouth with a noticeable accent. The more flustered she got though, the easier it felt to not try to think of the English words and focus on the problem.
Sitting on the desk in the room, she saw a binder with a student schedule from Lake Point High School in the front pocket.
Name: Meshida, Rei
Grade: 11
Rei, formerly Barb...collapsed into the desk chair with a squeal of frustration. This wasn't what I meant by different! she thought silently in her mind.
