I woke up to find myself in a strange room. I sat up and looked at everything. I was in a bed near the wall next to the window. A desk was on the other side of the wall. Not to shocking. What made the room surprising and familiar in a heart sinking kind of way was the walls. You could see dark colored walls peeking out from all of the papers on the wall. The papers were stuck to the wall and red string was connecting all of them. I knew where I was. In Beacon Hills in Stiles' room.
I had to find out why. I threw the covers back and tried to jump out of bed. I ended up with the sheets wrapping around my legs and face planting.
After I got out of my soft trap, I started to notice things. My legs were longer, skinner, and straighter. And jeans were covering them. My socked feet appeared bigger. I looked down and saw skinny pale arms with some freckles. Not unusual, except the fact they weren't mine. I rushed off to the bathroom and I recognized the person.
It was Stiles looking back. His dark eyes were wide, thin lips shaped in an O, and eyebrows were close to touching his forehead.
I lifted my hand and the mirror copied it. We did this little dance until it started to sink in. I was in Stiles' body! Then, blackness.
"Stiles!" I felt someone shaking me. "Wake up. STILES!" Scott yelled.
"What?!" I snapped as I sat up. "Scott?" I mumbled.
"Yeah. What happened? Are you okay?" He asked in concern.
This was the moment of truth. I had to tell him that I wasn't Stiles. That we had been swapped. I thought about not telling him, but that would be bad. They would except me to do things I couldn't, know things I don't, and act a certain way. It was too much trouble. Then, the most important part. Where was Stiles?
"Stiles?" Scott repeated.
"I have to tell you something." I started.
"You worked yourself to hard again. Stiles, what have I told you?" Scott grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet.
"No. I-" I tried again.
"Hurry up. We have to get to school!" Scott said as he ran off.
Well that didn't work out. I guess I could just go along with this. Maybe that was the point. I was supposed to go through this and see how my characters live and get to experience it. I just hoped Stiles was okay where ever he is.
I got ready for school. I kept the same jeans on, pulled on his high tops, a 'Struggle is Real' tee, and black and white plaid. I grabbed his jacket and threw it on. Rushing I slung the book bag over my shoulder and stuff a muffin in my mouth. Running outside, my fumbling hands struggled with the keys. I got in and rushed to school.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted Scott getting off his bike...motorcycle? I got out of the car and stumbled to him. I caught his shoulder before I faced planted.
"You ok?" Scott said with a small smile.
"Yeah. Just rushing." I said quickly.
We went to first period, which was English, and sat next to each other. Lydia, Kira, and Malia. Malia sat next to me and I thought about that. I had a girlfriend.
English passed insanely slow. I couldn't focus, sit still, or be quiet. That was when I remembered that Stiles had to take Adderall. Crap.
Scott noticed and for some reason he had some with him. Stiles has really good friends. I took it and History went a lot better.
I had it with Scott and Liam. It was pretty boring for the first half. It got interesting when we had to do book work. I finished easily and did my own thing. I snuck out Stiles' phone and looked through it. And I found what I hoped I would. A detail description of the craziness on his walls.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this so far. It was very interesting to write.