RANDOM EARSER'S POV

"So all I gotta do is put this in two bowls?"

"Yes, that's all"

"Okay, boss."

What was so special about these winged kids? And what was in these bottles? Oh well, I'm an Eraser – we never hear about this stuff.

Oh, here it was – the Flock's hotel room. And the blind kid was busy in the kitchen, AND the only one awake. Perfect.

So using my very long and buffed Eraser arm, I poured half the bottle into one bowl on the table, and the other half into another one. I looked at the bottle again. "Lasts one day." Hmm, the boss must just want to see what happens. Oh well, off I go.

MAX'S POV

I woke up to the sound of cereal hitting bowls. Iggy must already be up, I reasoned, and with a grunt, hauled myself to my feet. I saw that the rest of the flock was waking up too.

"Good morning," I said to Nudge, who had plopped into the chair next to the one I chose. She nodded, at lack of words in her morning mood. Gazzy, Angel, and Fang sat around the table as Iggy walked out of the kitchen. "Bon appetite," he joked as we dug in.

I finished off that cereal REALLY quick. I wanted to be the first in the shower. Nudge had had the same idea, though, so I had to out sprint her for it. But, being older, I got there first and claimed the shower. "HA!!" I shouted through the door. "No fair, Max!! COME ON!!" I could hear Nudge calling. "Sorry! You snooze you lose!" I replied, and started to take off my clothes.

Except I never finished, because all of a sudden the room began to spin.

NUDGE'S POV

I was banging angrily on the bathroom door and yelling at Max when I began to feel faint. And then, all of a sudden, the room was spinning round and round and round and round and round…

And then I wasn't at the bathroom door anymore.

I was IN the bathroom, in the process of removing my pajama shorts. "YES!!" I said happily. I must have gotten Max out when I was dizzy.

But it was right about then that I realized that these weren't my pajama pants.

And the skin on my arms was the wrong color.

Oh God. I glanced at the bathroom mirror, praying to see my own wavy brown hair and dark skin, But it's never that easy, is it?

No, the face staring back at me was Max's.

Sorry it's so short, my chiclets!! I am quite tired and am juggling 3 story ideas at once, with more on the way!!

I shall update this one sooner if more reviews come in!

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