iSwitch With Her
Chapter One
Pam Puckett was sitting on the couch, watching as 'America's Next Top Truck Driver', her favorite television show, flashed across the television. When she was about to take a sip of the glass of red wine near her, the doorbell rang. Pam sighed and took the silk robe that was draped over the couch's armrest. She put her arms through the sleeves, and tightened it around her aging body. Covering up the red bikini that she purchased just yesterday.
She went over to the front door, opening it. It revealed two police officers, and her daughter on the other side of the door.
"Hello officers,"She greeted flirtatiously. Causing Sam to give a look of disgust."How may I help you handsome men?"
The man on the right of Sam replied,"We caught your daughter stealing a ham off of the convenience store on Beckham and Third."
Pam sighed. This was a daily routine for her."Oh, will she be pressed charges?"
"No,"answered man number one."The owner said that there was nothing to get upset about. All your daughter had to do was return the stolen item in question."
"Thank you so much for bringing her back."She turned to the man on the right, who was much more younger, and winked at him. He was a tall, bulky man. With blue grey eyes and short brown hair.
The man's eyes widened."No problem. We are just doing our jobs."
"Well, I want to thank you. Both."She turned to the other man on the left. He was around Pam's age. Short, slender. Blond, choppy hair. With chocolate brown eyes."So..officer..."
"Brandon Pierce."The man on right replied first. Giving Pam a sly smile.
The other, older officer stayed quiet. He didn't want to be caught up in this.
"Any reason your daughter would do this?"
Pam sighed dreamily at Brandon."I don't know..."
Sam groaned,"The reason that I stole the ham was because I barely get fed in this house! I have to go to my friend's place to eat! My mother has the energy to have sex with young police officers, but she doesn't have the time to get a job! She is such a skunkbag!"
The older officer, whose name-tag says 'Perez' gulped."Well, uh...that won't be a issue tonight. Me and Officer Pierce have matters to attend to."
Brandon gave a frown at his partner,"Oh...well that is a shame."
Pam took out a piece of folded paper from her robe, and handed it to the officer. Inside, was her number and address. She would hand this out to many men that would stroll into her life. She had them always inside her clothing. She gave the man a wink, and he winked back.
"I'll sneak out tonight."Brandon whispered, within ear shot of Perez. Perez just sighed.
Sam felt as if she was about to vomit. How did she end up in this situation? She went inside the house, to the living room. Pam shut the door and smiled. She knew that she was about to have a good night. She always does. Which is why Sam loves to stay at Carly's. Even though they went to therapy sessions, Sam's mother is still with men. She still doesn't have a job. Which results in low lack of food and water. Which is why Sam goes to the Shay's to shower up. She feels like a charity case, and she can't stand it anymore.
Pam has been through this so many times. She just goes back to the television. In a matter of minutes, as Pam gets situated again, Sam shuts off the television.
"Hey!"shouted Pam at her daughter."I was just about to see who goes home. Billy or Melvin."
"I don't care!"Sam yelled to the top of her lungs."I don't fucking care, mother!"
Pam's eyes widened."Looks like someone is getting testy."
"Well, if you weren't such a terrible mother-"
"Excuse me?"Pam asked, smiling in disbelief."I am a great mother!"
"Try not."
"How am I not-"
Sam cuts her off."First of all, you never feed me."Sam takes a pregnant pause, and begins again."Secondly, you never have time to take care of me. Also, you have no job, and have no money to buy food or pay the bills-"
"You are sixteen."Pam pointed out to Sam,"You are able to get a job on your own and do all that."
"Yeah, but I am not suppose to."Sam says, staring at the floor."You are the mom. You are suppose to be taking care of me until I am eighteen and can legally move out on my own and be independent. Yet, you don't do anything."
"Would you rather I work for a living? Besides, I already have a job."
"Having sex with officers is not a job, Mom."
"Well, it gets payed pretty good. So, I consider it a job."Pam then adds,"It is not just officers, you know? It's bank brokers, fortunetellers, fire fighters, surgeons, lawyers, TV repair men..."
Sam sighed, knowing that this was going to be hopeless."I am going to bed. See you later. Hopefully not passed out on that wine again."
Before she went to bed, she muttered,"I wish I had a better life."
Mitch sat outside the Puckett home, and took a deep breath. He heard the television being shut off, as a police cruiser is parked outside the house.
She wishes for a better life. Huh? Well, that is what I will give her. Now, whose life does she really envy? I will allow her to switch her life with the one person that has a much better life than her. In Sam Puckett's eyes, that is Carly Shay. So, it shall be...
"And so till this day, Sam Puckett and Carly Shay must switch places. A new era shall be born. Carly Puckett and Sam Shay."
As Carly was about to wake up, she felt an aching in her body. This didn't feel like the comfy bed that she layed on last night. It felt stiff, and made her groan at the pain. She waited in anticipation for her alarm clock to ring. She was usually awake five minutes before the alarm would sound off. After about ten minutes, she grew worried, wondering if her alarm clock was broken. That, or the fact that she might have woken up late. Judging by the sun streaming through the window to the right of her, it was seven at least.
Then, she was in shock. Her bedroom window was at the left side of her bed, and would give off more sunlight than the one that is now. She wryly opened her eyes, and gazed at the room she was in. She saw that the room was less vibrant. The beige walls, the desk that contains no books. Only a Pearpod, red cellphone, a pad of paper, and a chewed up pencil. The room's walls were covered in posters of Fatcake advertisements and bands that Carly has never heard of. Excluding Cuttlefish. Set Nerds To Fire. Blond Fiery. Don't Hate Me, I Hate You. Destroy, Destroy, Destroy. Smash!
Carly stared at the plethora of Fatcake wrappers and tomboy clothing scattered onto the floor. She then began to piece it all together.
Wait? How am I in Sam's room? Carly questioned. I didn't come over for a sleepover. It was a school night. Where is Sam? She never wakes up this early. What time is it?
Carly groaned, and went over to the desk to take Sam's cellphone. She looked to see that the time was exactly twenty after seven. She needs to get to school on time. She might be able to make it. She went into contacts, and dialed Spencer's number.
Spencer danced to the cheery background music playing on the kitchen radio. He flipped the bacon off the pan, and onto his little sister's plate. He began to look and realize that she wasn't awake yet.
"That's strange."Spencer muttered,"She is usually awake by seven..."
He was about to go confront his sister, before the phone rang. He took out his fished shaped cellphone from his pocket, and pressed the accept call button. Not bothering to look at the Caller I.D.
He greeted Carly in a happy tone of voice."Hello! Shay's House Of Breakfast Foods. How may I help you?"
"Spence."Carly sighed in relief."I need you to come pick me up from Sam's place."
"Uh..."Spencer gave a strange, perplexed look to the phone."You're at our place?"
Carly gave a baffled expression."I think you got jelly in your ears again. I am at Sam's place!"
"Yes."Spencer answered."You're at our place. Now, why are you calling me?"
"Stop with the jokes, and come and get me."
"Get you from where? Samantha's bedroom?"
"YES!"
"So, you want me to go upstairs, and get you from my sister's bedroom?"
Carly giggled,"Sister. That's so funny Spencer. Calling Sam a sister. She has been around for a long time, I can understand why she would be like a sister to you."
"Like? No, she is my sister."
"No, she isn't. I am."
Spencer was about to lose his patience."What are you talking about? My mom gave birth to Samantha, not you."
Carly was beginning to think this joke was going too far."What? No...she gave birth to-"
Spencer cut her off."Look Carly, I don't have time for this. I don't want to be rude. I have to get Samantha up. Don't know why she is sleeping so late. She usually wakes up early."
Carly had the urge to laugh. Sam never woke up early."Okay..."
"We'll come and pick you up from your place, if you want. Unless you weren't planning to go to school. Like usual."
"Not planning?"
"I have to go. We'll pick you up at around seven forty. Be ready."
"O-"
She heard a dial tone go off.
"-kay?"
She had no clue what was going on. She suspects it's all a prank, and that Sam was putting her up to it. When I get my hands on Sam...