CHRISTIE'S POV
I woke up and felt exhausted, like I had just run a marathon. I tried to sit up, but I fell back unsuccessfully. I thought I knew why I was so tired: I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 5:45 A.M. I sighed and laid in the bed for an hour, waiting for someone to wake up. Nobody did, so I gathered all of my strength and stood. I figured coffee would help, so I walked into the kitchen and started up the machine. While I was waiting for the pot to fill, my knees began to shake slightly. I ignored it, and a moment later it got worse. I supported myself by leaning heavily on the counter. I figured it was an early-morning thing and I would be better if I sat down for a while. I filled my mug and drank where I was, in fear I might collapse trying to get to the table. I heard a rustling from the other room and soon Ray enetered the kitchen. He stopped and stared at me as if I had caught fire. "Help, I can;t stand." I muttered through clenched teeth. "Are...Are you okay?" He asked questioningly. I had this unbelievably strong urge to use sarcasm, but I decided against it. I sent him a glare of 'what do you think?' which I was surprisingly good at. "No, now help me!" I snapped irritably, and was shocked at my voice. It had... changed? I cleared my throat quietly but it was still the same. Ray come over and put my arm around his shoulder and helped me to a seat near the table. For some unfathomable I was actually taller than him. I sat down and he took a seat across from me. I tried to explain. "I don't know what happened, I just couldn't stand... What the hell is with my voice? Do I sound different? Why are you shorter than me? Why did I wake up so early-
OH. MY. GOD. WHAT IS THAT!" I stared, horrified, at a strand of grayish-blue hair that had fallen in front of my face. I quickly ran a hand through my hair and realized two things that almost killed me. One, the back half of my head was SHAVED. Two, the arm I had lifted was covered by a short black sleeve. I had a huge headache coming on so I leaned back in the chair and took a breath. There was something that was sort of gnawing at the back of my mind, I let myself explore it for a short moment and I found out I was saying whatever popped into my mind, IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE. This weird language involved alot of V's and was seemingoly unpronouncable and yet pronouncable. I knew everything I was talking about but it was obvious Ray didn't. Out of habit, I ran my hand thorugh my hair to try and relax myself. Then I felt the hair at the back half of my head and yanked it back. I ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What I saw was most definetly not me. My heart started beating really fast and I was on the verge of freaking out. The next thing I knew my back was against the cold wall of the bathroom and I was having water splashed into my face. It was aggrivating, so I told whoever the hell was doing it to stop. I could see a really blurred image that I figured was Max, as the topmost part of the figure was blonde. I hear to people in an arguement, and caught snatches of it through my daze: "BUT I AM-" "LISTEN TO ME!" "I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT-" "CAPTAIN!" "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" "WOKE UP-" "LIKE THIS!" I finally snapped out of it and cleared my eyes. Max was arguing with... CHRISTIE! ME! WHAT! I put my hand on the back of my head so I wouldn't hit it on the wall again. "MY HAIR! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR!" I yelled. Everyone turned towards me and my eyes focused: Tyson, who was the one splashing me with water, Ray, standing near the tub, Max and Christie arguing. "Someone bring me a mirror!" I barked. Ray handed me a handmirror. I looked in my reflection and moaned. My eyes were crimson, my hair was two shades of blue, I had blue triangles tattooed on my face. "AHHH!" I said. "Okay. I'm dreaming. I am sooo dreaming. Tyson, slap me. If this is a dream it can't hurt cuz obviously I'm in a-" Tyson whacked me. It hurt alot. "-dream..."
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hehe. i was inspried by one of my friends for this thing. so, if u hate it, BLAME HER! hah.