When Abby woke up, the first thing she saw was her parents' concerned faces.

"Are you alright?" her mother asked.

"Oh," Abby said, sitting up and rubbing her head. It was throbbing like crazy. "What happened?""You were struck by lightning," her dad told her. "You and your sister both. She's still asleep."

Abby sat up and looked around. Since when was her room so…pink? This was Cree's room, not hers.

"Can I go to my room now?" she asked.

"What are you taking about?" her mom asked. "This is your room, darling."

"We'll go check on Abby," her dad said. "She's probably just a little groggy."

"Go check o- wait I'M ABBY!" she cried, but her parents had already left. Why did her parents suddenly think this was her room, and why did they say they would go check on Abby when she was sitting right in front of them?

Abby slowly stood up from her sister's bed. Was this some kind of dream-or, rather, a nightmare?

Suddenly she caught sight of a mirror on Cree's dresser. She backed up towards it. There in front of her was Cree's reflection.

But it couldn't be. Abby was the one standing in front of the mirror, not Cree. Abby moved her hand. So did the reflection. She tilted her head. The reflection copied her. Which could only mean one thing.

She, Abigail Lincoln, was in her sister's body.

And that meant Cree was in hers.

Abby ran down to her own room. Her parents were going down the stairs. She saw herself lying in her bed, still out cold.

"Cree? You in there?" she asked. She-or, Cree- opened her eyes. She screamed.

"Cree! Cree! Calm down!"

"What are you, some kind of clone?" Cree asked, cowering under her- or, Abby's- blanket.

"No!" Abby told her. "It's me, Abby."

"Wh-what?" Cree stammered out.

"Yup," Abby told her. "Abby's in your body-and you're in hers."

Cree slowly felt her-or, Abby's- face, the gold hoops in her ears, the red cap still perched on her head. Then she screamed again.

"Shh! Shh-hhh!" Abby said, covering her mouth with her hand. Cree licked it, and Abby recoiled, wiping her hand on her pants. That was a trick they had used on each other when they were little.

"Look, obviously the lightning did this," Abby said, sitting on her bed.

"We're….we're in each other's bodies?" Cree stuttered.

"Abby just told you that!" Abby cried, flinging her hands up in frustration.

Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs. Abby heard a familiar voice shout, "Alright, where is she!"

"Oh no," Abby groaned.