Chapter 1
Emily's POV
The annoying feeling of the blaring sun peaks through the curtains of the window; illuminating the left side of my face.
It takes me a while to adjust, well not me but...him. Him? Yeah confusing I know. Yesterday I was some extremely immature girl Lindsey, the day before that I was McKenna a cute book worm but boy could she talk, the day before that I was Raul, ugh don't even get me started on what that felt like, he was the sleaziest person I've every been. But the rest of them simply slip in and out of my own memory, each living no more than an two or three mile radius. I didn't use to "live" around here I was in California but one day, when I was Matt, he had a trip to Pennsylvania. So here I am, in Rosewood, Pennsylvania.
I'm already forgetting facts from their life. I mean I have to, that is if I wanna keep my own memories...or at least what I think to be my memories. I dream my memories I can't real just think about them because well I don't know why I actually don't know a lot of things about myself or why I'm the way I am. What I knew for sure is that I've been doing this for as long as I can remember and I always take the form of someone my age never younger, never older.
All I really know is that this isn't my body, it's his. I feel kinda gross, I doesn't take much to access his information. I only use what I need like; what classes he has, his locker combination, what his car looks like, even his favorite underwear. I try to access the least amount, I try to make the least amount of change to their lives. I've learned and realized it's almost like time travel, that is if that's even real, it's more like the butterfly affect. Trust me it's chaos when I try to make them a "better" person, "nicer", or even more studious. Once I signed up this kid for the swim team because honestly, I love to swim it's a great escape from this chaotic unexplainable life. If that's what you can call this. Anyways, I was surprisingly good in his body and I well "he" started setting all these different records. The next day I was someone else from the swim team and this kid nearly drowned. God it was horrible but boy did I learn my lesson.
I examine my surroundings, just as clean as every other teenage boy. Who am I kidding messy room; clothes everywhere and garbage far from the trashcan. I don't have to access his memory to know he plays lacrosse, his gear is everywhere and his room is filled with lacrosse posters...and half naked girls of course. I guess he also has an interest in music, he has records and like two guitars scattered in his room. By the looks of it he's a rich kid, yeah definitely a rich kid. He has super expensive stuff scattered all around his room.
I get up and walk towards the full length mirror, he falls asleep in just boxe- wow this kid has a serious bruise on his side, obviously from lacrosse. I decided to take a quick shower, once I finished I decided to eat.
I'm jogging down the stairs when I notice that it's awfully quiet for a Friday morning. I'll admit it I'm a little freaked out, I'm not used to this, most teenagers parents are basically dragging them out of bed so they're surprised when they see them up. I look into his memory and quickly find out that this was completely normal, his parents are always away on trips or business and his older brother is away at college although he visits more often then not, mainly to throw parties and what not.
When I'm downstairs I'm taken off guard it's a pretty nice house, "Wow!" Woah I get a little caught off guard on how deep my voice is, but quickly shake it off and start searching the cabinets for what I need to have some cereal. Soon enough I'm sitting in the kitchen island by myself. It's pretty weird so I reach in his pocket and take out his phone, I try the code, 0000 and would you look at that, it's right. I go to his music and put some on. I love you by Barney starts playing. What the hell, who is this kid? I quickly changed it scared of what other children music will play. Blessings by Big Sean came on, woah big change! After I'm done I look at the time and see I have a lot of time to kill so I clean the dishes. I decided to cut the kid some slack for tomorrow and clean his room.
After I'm done I grab his keys, backpack, and of course...his lacrosse gear. I head to his car and honestly I'm not surprised when I see he drives a 2015 Cadillac Escalade Premium, I bet that's a gas monster. I get in and wow it's nice but gosh it reeks like a gym room in here. I look through the glove compartment and can I say that there is such a thing as having to much protection, I mean he has like two whole packs of condoms in here. Either he has to much sex or none at all to have two full boxes. Luckily I find a car freshener in that condom mess, thank goodness!
I check his memory for the way to school and suddenly I remember my morning ritual that I do in every new person for good luck. I guess it might have slipped my mind this morning but..."Good morning Noel!" I greet myself using his-well my name, for the day, "Good morning Noel...Noel Kahn!"