Amy sat up in bed. She hadn't gotten any sleep since she'd gotten home from the hospital, she had been too busy trying to figure out how she'd become her sister. She was enjoying life as her sister, but she'd been noticing how sad she looked, at least how Sammy looked. Normal Amy would've never noticed or cared, but she did. It was upsetting, honestly.
She'd been up so late, and didn't realize it was time for school. Amy had just closed her eyes, and Sammy was shaking her in bed. "Amy?"
Amy sat up again, staring at her sister. "Uh, what is it Same- Sammy?" She'd been so excited about becoming Amy, she had nearly become her sister.
"Time for school... I have your outfit ready?" Sammy gestured to a nearby chair, where she'd set up a tight pink T-shirt with 3/4 sleeves, a pair of soft black leggings, and brown snow boots. "If you don't like it, I can uh..."
When Amy had been Sammy, she'd always loved that outift. She would never change ijt. "No, it's fine."
"Okay..." Sammy walked downstairs. "Well, I'll have your food ready downstairs."
Amy knew she was acting weird, at least for her sister. The real Amy would've demanded a different outift, maybe even yelled at or kicked Sammy around. She was probably making people suspicious. Amy's excuse that she'd just been at the hospital wouldn't last much longer.
She got dressed, looking at herself in the mirror. Amy smiled, walking downstairs and following the scent of blueberry pancakes. Sammy looked up at her, scared, as she came down. "Please, don't hurt me!" She said, using her hands as defense.
Amy could cry. It was sad, seeing her sister so scared. When Amy had tormented her, this was what she'd put her through. "If the pancakes are okay... you're off the hook. For now?" Amy looked at Sammy's face go from scared, to confused, to grateful.
"Okay!" Sammy came to the table, holing out a plate. "Try them... I tried best as I could, please say you like them!"
Amy carefully brought a bite to her mouth, instantly tasting what she felt was heaven in pancake form. "They're good enough, I guess."
"Okay." Sammy hid a small smile from her sister, reaching for the cabinet. "I'll get my breakfast..."
Amy remembered having to eat bruised apples and near-expired milk when she'd been Sammy. Somehow, she felt bad enough for her now that she said, "Wait."
"What? Did I do something wrong? Please say I didn't!"
"No, I was just going to ask if you'd finish the last pancake? I lost my appetite, so..." Amy held it out to her. "But don't think too much of this."
"If you say so!" Sammy was so busy eating, she could barely be heard. "Your school stuff's on the couch!" Amy headed to the couch, where she saw her white backpack with pink roses next to Sammy's torn up barf-green one. Actually, it was more like a store bag with holes in it. Amy remembered carrying that to school each day, and facing the laughter of Amy and her friends at her pain and humiliation.
But she couldn't. She knew that in Amy's (her) closet there were loads of cute bags Sammy could be carrying instead, but she was too suspicious already. She lifted it up, and put it on. By then, Sammy had finished eating and picked up her own.
"What are you waiting for, Same- Sammy?" Amy made a mental note to stop calling Sammy Samey. "You'll miss the bus!"
"Coming!" Sammy followed Amy outside, making sure she kept her distance. Amy'd thought Sammy was an embarassment to the family, and had insisted, "Samey keeps her distance from me. She doesn't deserve to be seen with me!"
Amy took her seat next to Anne Maria, and Dakota, but Heather wasn't there. "Where's Heather?"
"Over there." Dakota pointed to where Heather was sitting next to someone, a tall green-eyed boy.
"Who is that?"
"She didn't tell us, but I think she wants to go to the Snowball dance with him. Did you ask Topher yet, since Samey broke up with him?"
"Don't know yet..." Amy noticed confused faces on Dakota and Anne Maria. "I'm just waiting for Topher to ask me?"
"Whatever." Anne Maria went back to spraying her hair, and Dakota to texting. Anne Maria stopped spraying long enough to look over at Dakota's phone. "Who ya texting anyway?"
"Anne Maria! Ever hear of privacy?" Dakota shut her phone, making sure Anne Maria didn't see. "Seriously."
Amy watched them, chuckling. Then, she looked at where Sammy was sitting near her friend Dawn. Dawn was holding Sammy's hand, and talking to her. Sammy looked upset, and Dawn looked like she were comforting her. "Amy!"
"Huh? What?" Amy snapped out of it long enough to look at Dakota. "What do you need?"
"Can you try to figure out who Anne Maria wants to ask to Snowball? She won't say a word." Anne Maria punched Dakota's arm, laughing.
"I'll say it when you show me who you're texting!" Anne Maria reached for her friend's phone.
"Anne, please. I'll say it when you-" Anne Maria and Dakota started to play-fight, arguing over who would tell first.
"What's going on here?" Heather finally joined the girls, and was trying to hide laughing at the argument.
"First of all, Anne Maria was trying to look at my phone, then I said I'd show her if-" Dakota was cut off by Anne Maria's hairspray.
"Dakota, don't you dare say-" Amy had to shake her friends, saying, "We have to get off the bus now..."
"Fine, but this ain't over!" Anne Maria said as the girls left. Amy heard her say something else, but was distracted by Sammy walking by herself. Amy could remember walking with Topher through the school, every day before the accident.
"You told us! You finally told us, Heather!"
"Huh? What did she say?"
"Who she was talking to on the bus! Duh!"
"Uh, who was it?"
Heather looked at Amy, a tiny bit concerned. "Are you okay? Normally, you'd be plotting Samey's downfall or gossiping with us."
"Oh, well since I was in the hospital I've felt different?" Amy lied. Nobody else knew about the switch Sammy had gone through, and she didn't want to make others think she was crazy for saying so.
"Okay then. Anyway, he's named Alejandro."
"Aww! Let me guess- he asked you to Snowball?"
"No, but I want him to."
"It's about time you said that! You got all those notes in your locker from all those guys, and every one you said no to."
"Don't talk about that, Dakota." Heather hid a blush. "Just don't."
"Whatever, but you so like-" Dakota was cut off by Heather gently pushing her. "Hey!"
"You know I'll do that to you if you make fun of me."
"What about this- we bet on when Anne Maria admits who she wants to go with to Snowball, and whoever loses admits who they want to go with?"
Heather thought for a minute. "Deal."
Dakota turned to Amy. "Wanna join, Amy?"
"Well... okay. But if I win, you two have to ask your dates to the dance, right in front of the rest of us."
"Deal." They shook on it, then Sammy appeared with a piece of paper. "Amy? I did you homework..."
"Okay." Amy took it, then left to be alone. She knew she had to get used to being Amy, but it wouldn't be easy.