A/N: Make sure to pay close attention to the switches. Even in one
another's body, I keep their original names but try to make it clear as to
who is who...you'll see. ( Have fun! Oh, and in this story, it makes no
reference to the episode that featured a body switch with Matt and Lizzie.
I decided to add the first three chapters at once to let you get into the
story.
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Freaky Friends
Chapter 2: The Book
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Adjusting her orange shirt as she stood, Lizzie followed me toward the huge steps that led to the library's often unvisited upper level.
We walked past the usual rows of bookshelves, we looked for anything...artists, explorers, writers, anyone. The paper turned out to be harder than expected for the both of us and our teacher advised us to 'be creative'. Be creative? That's asking for trouble if you ask me.
"Oh...wait. What about that room over there?" Lizzie suggested, pointing to a door near the boy's rest room.
"I've never seen that room before," I replied, furrowing my eyebrows in curiosity.
We both walked over to the dark room, pushing the door open just a bit as we peered our heads in.
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I was so afraid some big creepy monster was going to bite my head off just then. Well, not really but it was really creepy dark. I looked back to find a librarian but not one was to be found anywhere. Figures.
"There's gotta be a switch here somewhere," I said, as my hand roamed the wall for a switch. It ran into something...something kind of firm, something warm, something moving! I screamed.
"I just felt something on the wall!" I tried to wiggle past Gordo.
"Yeah, it was my hand." He smiled as he took his own hand from the dark to show me. "I was looking for the light switch."
I breathed out relief. Just then, there was a flicker of light, and then a couple more, and then the full elimination.
"The lights just came on...by themselves," I stated, giving Gordo a look.
"Eh, it's how old buildings can be. The lights can act funny," he shrugged as he walked past.
Sure enough, inside this addition to the library was another whole world of books, and maps, and tables, even card catalogs.
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I walked past Lizzie as I observed everything. For some odd reason, the ceiling seemed higher, and the rows of books longer. I didn't say anything, as we walked up one row and down another.
"Wow. These books look so old," Lizzie said.
"Yeah. They do," I replied, though my mind was whirling as I read all the titles we came across. I know I hadn't seen any of these titles or names before in the library search. "I wonder if they even know these are here."
"Hey, Gordo! Look at this one!" Lizzie took one of the books off the shelf, coughing away some of the dust that came along with it, and looked at the smooth cover. It's design was intricate and spell bounding. I almost got dizzy following it.
"What's it called?" I asked, looking at the binding.
She turned the book around for any sign of a title or author. Nothing. "Maybe it's on the inside," she suggested, as she cracked the book open.
Nope. It wasn't there either. In fact, as the pages were flipped through, there weren't any words. Just all blank, aged pages. Wait a second... I realized...I'm holding the book. I thought Lizzie was holding the book. I look over and gasp, dropping the blank book to the ground.
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"Nothing. That's odd," I started, then stopped as I cleared my throat. Did my voice get deeper? What was wrong with my voice. Just then, the book fell hard to the ground, and as I looked at it, I noticed my shoes...about a half a foot away from me. Within seconds, I followed them up my legs, up my orange shirt, to the face I was accustomed to seeing in the mirror. The face that was now staring back at me with the same horrified expression I know I was also expressing. I looked at my hands...well, NOT my hands...and then felt my face and hair. In place of the blond hair was curls...curls I assumed were brown...Just then, I fainted.
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Freaky Friends
Chapter 2: The Book
~~
Adjusting her orange shirt as she stood, Lizzie followed me toward the huge steps that led to the library's often unvisited upper level.
We walked past the usual rows of bookshelves, we looked for anything...artists, explorers, writers, anyone. The paper turned out to be harder than expected for the both of us and our teacher advised us to 'be creative'. Be creative? That's asking for trouble if you ask me.
"Oh...wait. What about that room over there?" Lizzie suggested, pointing to a door near the boy's rest room.
"I've never seen that room before," I replied, furrowing my eyebrows in curiosity.
We both walked over to the dark room, pushing the door open just a bit as we peered our heads in.
~~
I was so afraid some big creepy monster was going to bite my head off just then. Well, not really but it was really creepy dark. I looked back to find a librarian but not one was to be found anywhere. Figures.
"There's gotta be a switch here somewhere," I said, as my hand roamed the wall for a switch. It ran into something...something kind of firm, something warm, something moving! I screamed.
"I just felt something on the wall!" I tried to wiggle past Gordo.
"Yeah, it was my hand." He smiled as he took his own hand from the dark to show me. "I was looking for the light switch."
I breathed out relief. Just then, there was a flicker of light, and then a couple more, and then the full elimination.
"The lights just came on...by themselves," I stated, giving Gordo a look.
"Eh, it's how old buildings can be. The lights can act funny," he shrugged as he walked past.
Sure enough, inside this addition to the library was another whole world of books, and maps, and tables, even card catalogs.
~~
I walked past Lizzie as I observed everything. For some odd reason, the ceiling seemed higher, and the rows of books longer. I didn't say anything, as we walked up one row and down another.
"Wow. These books look so old," Lizzie said.
"Yeah. They do," I replied, though my mind was whirling as I read all the titles we came across. I know I hadn't seen any of these titles or names before in the library search. "I wonder if they even know these are here."
"Hey, Gordo! Look at this one!" Lizzie took one of the books off the shelf, coughing away some of the dust that came along with it, and looked at the smooth cover. It's design was intricate and spell bounding. I almost got dizzy following it.
"What's it called?" I asked, looking at the binding.
She turned the book around for any sign of a title or author. Nothing. "Maybe it's on the inside," she suggested, as she cracked the book open.
Nope. It wasn't there either. In fact, as the pages were flipped through, there weren't any words. Just all blank, aged pages. Wait a second... I realized...I'm holding the book. I thought Lizzie was holding the book. I look over and gasp, dropping the blank book to the ground.
~~
"Nothing. That's odd," I started, then stopped as I cleared my throat. Did my voice get deeper? What was wrong with my voice. Just then, the book fell hard to the ground, and as I looked at it, I noticed my shoes...about a half a foot away from me. Within seconds, I followed them up my legs, up my orange shirt, to the face I was accustomed to seeing in the mirror. The face that was now staring back at me with the same horrified expression I know I was also expressing. I looked at my hands...well, NOT my hands...and then felt my face and hair. In place of the blond hair was curls...curls I assumed were brown...Just then, I fainted.