I'm eating my breakfast in the G-boys apartment, delicious Pop Tarts being crammed into my mouth at every opportunity. I look around and watch everyone eating their respective food stuffs. . . except for Andrew. He is sitting in the corner in the fetal position, eyes wide and dilated, mumbling to himself, "N33d Pha4t l3wt. . . this suxxors. . ."

"Dude you ok?" I say waving my hand in front of his face. nothing happens, no movement, no reaction, nothing.

"What the heck is he saying?" Kevin and Ben say is unison, Kevin adding an "Eamp!" or two for emphasis. I run over what could be causing this, but while in mid thought, a vortex like that which caused the switching of bodies appeared beneath us and I am once again in the swirl of colors with no name. I hear the voice of the robed men in my head, the same that created that first vortex.

We have a major problem. Andrew has wanted to go back to the realm known as . . .Ever Quest so badly that his raw willpower has created a vortex. But the G-boys haven't wanted to leave yet, creating some. . . complications.

"Like what?" I say to the air around me.

You are coming back to your level of reality, in their bodies, only your family members see you as who you are. . .

"So we are going to be G-boys in our reality?"

And. . .

"There's more?"

While your plane of reality is higher, these are their bodies, so they don't have control, just influence over your actions.

"What? I have Quatre influencing my actions?"

Yes but it will be somewhat sporadic.

"Once is too much!"

We have NO control over the situation right now! It might take us a day or two to set things right again!

"Well solve it quick! Today is Friday! A school day!" I shout to everything around me. I glance around and see my brother and my mom staring at me. I Blanche. I look down at my bowl of Cocoa krispies and finish them quickly. While packing my bag in preparation for the school ahead I hear a small voice in my head.

Your brother's really mean! Why do you fight so much?

"Because we enjoy fighting, it's a fun sport"

But we shouldn't be fighting at all! I suddenly feel my hands clamp over my ears and my eyes screw themselves shut. With a lot of difficulty I finally undo this action.

"Don't ever, ever do that again!" I say, head shaking from disgust and horror. With that I stumble into the car and instantly fall asleep, apparently my brother had to go is early. I'm in the middle of a dream where I'm piloting a massive robot while eating Cracker Jacks. I am awoken by an urgent voice in my head.

Wake up! Wake up!

"Wha?" I say looking upwards before a 20 pound bag falling on my head awakens me fully.

"We're here. . ."

I stand up, rubbing a sore spot on my head and trudge towards the upper school. I notice its summer and nice Frisbee weather. I arrive at my lock on the 9th grade end of the building. I receive another update by the men in the robes.

We have some news for you.

"No news is good news" I say to myself.

We have arranged it so you're "transfer students" for the sake of simplicity. But. . .

"But what?"

But we had to send the girls with you. they are also "transfer students" you're all from the same school.

"I thought the girls wouldn't be able to act in our world."

The X chromosome is more stable when it comes to reality jumping.

"Oh. . . Well, will we have the same classes?"

Yep, except for languages

"Nice"

I have transferred your locker numbers, combinations, and schedules to your pack.

"Thanks. . . keep me posted." I say as I open my bag and retrieve the many slips of paper. I look for my friends and find them in a corner with the girls talking. I approach them and explain what's happening.

"Well that explains how I'm so short." Gautam says looking relieved.

"Yes I'm relieved too," Andrew says, still shaking a bit.

Hurry up! You have morning meeting! I hear the voice of the robed men say to us. We sprint.

"Well we're not late. . ."

"You! Kids! You're late!"

"Ok. we're not too late" I say. We take the remaining seats near the front. I zone out and only hear two announcements.

"Remember today is Friday and tonight we are having a dance, the theme is. . . what's the theme again? Anyway there's a dance so be there!"

"Oooooh. . . Mosh pits!" I say to myself anticipating the loud music and the joy of hurting a few annoying classmates.

". . .and we'd like you to welcome our new additions to the 9th grade class. . . all 8 of them. . ." We stand up and receive the claps and waves from the student body before sitting down again. During that period of standing I pull up my collar hoping not to be noticed by some fellow members of the Anime club. The bell rings and the meeting is over I step out and check by schedule.

"Do you all have Biology?" My friends and the girls all nod.

(Bio Class)

"Doom. . . Doom. . . Doom. . ." the Biology teacher Drones and I daze off in dreamland.

"Quatre! What is the third stage of Cell Division?"

"Umm. . . um. . ." I say, my mind racing.

I know! I hear the Arabian pilot's voice in my head announce.

"Then you answer. . . " I retort angrily. I feel my eyes tingle for a second and then I hear myself say the answer calmly.

"Very good . . . Doom. . . Doom" (She's always talking about how everyone is doomed) I hear Gautam lean over and whisper to me.

"Your eyes, they changed, into. . . Quatre's."

"I guess eyes ARE windows of the soul." I respond, more shaken by the fact that Quatre took control of my body than anything else.

"Hey! New kids! I heard intrigue back there! Learn!"

TBC for now guys!