St. Cleer, Liskeard, England.
I wandered home with my grandma, splitting up with her when the path to my house came in view. I kissed my grandma goodbye and walked towards my- "God, your thoughts are boring!" This sarcastic rude voice pierced my subconcious. "Who the hell are you?" I shot back. "I am Nate Bishop. And you are?" His voice was kind of insulted, like he thought a teen girl my age should know who he is.
Rolling my eyes, I replied. "My name is Tara, Tara Jennings." I opened the front door, Guinness (black labrador) rubbing himself against my jeggings(jean leggings). "Hey boy. Guinny pig, I have to get past!" I squeaked, he had pressed me against the wall. "Guinny pig? that's your dog's name?" His voice was scornful. "It's Guinness actually; your dog is called Elvis, original!" I fired back. I looked in the mirror in our hallway. My brown/blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, my thick fringe held back by a red felt alice band. "You're hot, you know." His voice was appreciative. I smiled, my crystal blue eyes sparkled.
"Why thank you. Whoa, what's going on?" My eyesight started to blur, then I could see two young men, one slightly older than the other. "Nate? Nate, buddy, you ok?" the older dude spoke. "Nate? Hell no. My name's Tara. Tara Jennings." I told them. My voice was deep, way deeper than normal, and when I looked down, I had the body of a dude. Aw, crap. I rushed over to a mirror mounted on the wall. I stared at it. Nate Bishop stared back.
Westlake, Dallas, Texas.
I strummed my guitar peacefully. I was trying to write a new song with Shane and Jason when these weird thoughts, spoken in a girl's voice, popped into my head. She was irish, I could tell, but nothing more could her voice tell me. "God, your thoughts are boring!" I said in my thoughts. "Who the hell are you?" her voice had a tinge of anger lacing it. "I am Nate Bishop. And you are?" I replied. "My name is Tara. Tara Jennings." her voice held an air of 'I'm better than you!'. "Hey boy. Guinny pig, I have to get past!" she squeaked. "Guinny pig? that's your dog's name?" I asked, genunianely curious."It's Guinness, actually; your dog is called Elvis, original!" She sounded unimpressed. She spoke again, describing herself. She had brown/blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her picture flashed in my eyes; I guessed she was thinking of it. "You're hot, you know." I took in the view.
I stood up; wanting to go to my room. "Why thank you. Whoa, what's going on?" She spoke again, confused. I could ask the same thing. My eyes blurred, then I couldn't see anything. When my vision cleared, I was lying on a gold couch, two adults leaning over me, one man, one woman. "Tara? Tara, honey, are you alright?" The woman spoke. She was shorter than the man, who was leaning over me, looking concerned. I carefully looked my body over to discover that I had the body of a chick! "My name's Nate, actually." I found my voice. It was soft with a lilting Irish brogue. I rushed over to a mirror. I stared at it. Tara Jennings stared back.
I will try to update this and my other stories regularly but I split my time between my dad's and my mum's so yeah. Hope you like this, it just popped into my head. I own Tara and the plot. Oh, and the mystery four. That's it.
