I squinted unnaturally as a beam of sunlight hit the corneas of my eyes. Slowly my eyes rolled open. I felt misplaced but conscious enough. Consciousness is the base of existence next to reality; they didn't teach you that at Princeton Psychology School for nothing. But just to make sure, I pinched my arm. Next I evaluated my surroundings, it was the condo I lived in; nothing had been moved and no furniture was missing.

Routinely, I took the PDA out of my lab coat. Or I attempted to. My usual lab coat wasn't draped over my arms, instead I was wearing a rock concert T-shirt, along with faded blue jeans, and it turned out my PDA had been mysteriously replaced with some sort of smart phone, whether it was an iPhone or Android, I couldn't distinguish. Curious enough, I turned it on and waited for the Verizon logo to flash before I checked the contacts list. I didn't know anyone on that list, except Ashley, my niece. I had no intention of calling Ashley since she didn't go to my Thanksgiving party all due to the fact that some movie called Breaking Dawn had came out. Now I get movies are entertaining, but do you have to watch it on the night it premieres?

I stood up, and that's when it hit me like a boulder-. I stared wide eyed at the mirror-. Sure enough it was me. My hair was still the same shade of light brown it had always been and I was still somewhere around five and a half feet. But it was what I would've looked like if I had taken one of those pills-to-get-young-again; the stuff they're always trying to sell to you on TV. I looked about the same age as my niece, Ashley. Age is a relative thing but I knew I turned sixteen again. This was horrific and amazing, but I wasn't well versed in children's lives.

I figured I might as well go to work today, or maybe not. I predicted that my coworkers at the Mental Therapy Center would most likely mistake me as a patient in need of treatment today.

The weather was nice out today, slightly windy but no where near the turbulence I just experienced. Thank goodness my car was there as it always has been, I thought, as I slid into my blue Cadillac. It took all of 30 seconds before I was stopped at the local crossroad. I was getting pretty impatient with the red light, when the shiny silver Convertible to my left caught my eye, and I tried to shift my head before the driver caught me staring, but I was evidently unsuccessful.

"Hey Clarissa, did you finish the Odyssey essay last night?" shouted the smiling red headed girl. For the first time, I noticed that the driver of the Convertible was a girl about my physical age at the moment. She had crystal blue eyes and was wearing a noticeable diamond necklace that was every bit as gleaming as her car. When she saw the blank expression on my fact she added, "You know…the one due in English today?"

English…class? Why didn't it occur to me before that as a teenager I would have to go to school? It felt nice to be called Clarissa though, in the last few years I had gotten used to being referred to as Dr. Myers. Finally, the traffic light turned green, and made a split second decision to follow the red Convertible. After a mile I saw it –Tallahassee High School.