AN-this is like 13 going on 30 except we see the familiar life of the subject (Angela) with the unfamiliar teenage character. NOTICE-I DO NOT PLAN TO FINISH THIS ANYTIME SOON. I might later if I have time but it is low on my list. Anyone who wishes to write a chapter for it, I will work it in somehow. PM me and I will give you a way to send it. Thanks and here's the first chap!
I woke up on Friday morning and already I could tell that something was up. As far as I could tell, I was in my bedroom, but somehow my bed seemed...bigger.
Opening my eyes, I saw that this was not my room. The clothes all over the floor were not mine; they belonged to an adult woman. A tall one at that, or else they might have been mine. Also, a grey cat was lounging on the bed at my feet that I had never seen before.
"Mom?" I called nervously. No answer. This was too weird. I climbed out of my now-huge bed, trying to find a mirror. If I wasn't in my own body, I would have to blame aliens (AN-Is this Hodgins? jk keep reading) or something. When I finally saw myself, my scream likely made people in China flinch.
After calming down, I reasoned that I was either myself (but 20 years older) or someone else entirely. Either way I was definiely not thirteen. I figured the first step was to find out where I was. To do that I had to get dressed, so I looked around for a closet.
Fifteen minutes later I was standing on the front porch, wearing a really cute outfit and, for the first time in my life, stilettos. This new me seemed really amazing. I was going to get used to this fast, I could tell. Several people on the street waved at me. I waved back, almost recognizing the older versions of a few peple from school. Probably my imagination.
It suddenly occured to me that I had a job to go to. Now how was I supposed to figure out where I worked? This was going to be complicated.
As if on cue, two guys drove up in a blue Mini Cooper, one of them asleep. "Hey Ange! Where are you going?" asked the driver. 'Ange?' I thought. 'But my name is Claire'
"I'm...not sure," I answered distantly, deep in thought. Who was this? And why did he call me Ange?
"Oh god Ange, are you having a hangover? How much did you drink last night? Don't answer that. You should go home." he seemed concerned. The other guy was still asleep.
"No, no! I'm okay. I can work." I answered quickly.
"Uh-huh," he said, not convinced. "Well then, get in!"
I figured he worked with me and that maybe he could help me. I got in slowly, but I got in.
AN-So okay, I kinda lied. I probably will continue this. Eventually. But it may be awhile, so just send me your ideas! (P.S.- Lots more reviews may speed up the updating!!)