Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me and it's fiction, I'm not copying life…

A Day in the Life of Chapter One

One morning, just like every morning, Kristen woke up. She figured that this would be just another usual day, starting with the annoying blare of her horrendously loud alarm clock. All her friends that heard it were amazed that she didn't immediately jump up and run out of the house like it was the smoke alarm. She sighed. Everyday just the same, nothing ever changing, nothing ever happened. Kristen, after hitting the snooze several times and listening to that annoying tone of the clock, decided she could actually get up and start her day. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but school didn't really appeal to her, though she was a model student and got good grades, even in her difficult college prep. classes. Her best friend, however, was a slacker, even to most normal people's standards. She was in normal classes and also got good grades. Yeah, some slacker… Kristen just liked to tease her.

Eventually, Kristen got up and dressed, ate and headed off for school, by way of Taleah's, the previously mentioned friend, in her father's year old Subaru. It was so classy. As they approached her friend's house, Kristen did her duty and called Taleah.

Taleah, on the other hand, had a very different morning. After going to bed the night before, she had woken up several times in the night to calm an upset younger cousin who was suffering from nightmares.

She woke up, and like the wonderful, procrastinating student she was, did her homework. She had more than enough time to do it, however, and spent the rest of the time before she was picked up resting on the couch, dazed. She was startled out of this daze when the phone rang.

"Hello?" she asked, knowing who is was, of course, because this was the daily routine.

"Yeah," Kristen answered, "we're almost there."

"Okay, I'll be right out," was the unhurried reply.

Taleah grabbed her stuff and headed out to wait on the street. Andy, Kristen's father, drove up to Taleah's house and pulled up, waiting for the girl to get in.

"Beautiful weather we're having," Andy commented. Neither girl said anything, content to sit there in comfortable silence, except for the ever-present country music playing in the background.

The day was pretty, though neither would admit it. Nevada weather was either sunny or looked like it was going to rain, thought it never did, just looked like it would. This particular day was one of the better days, sunny with a few clouds dotting the sky, the sun rising and making a picturesque scene.

They rode mainly in silence, not caring when they got to school, really, with some chatting between the two friends. Sometimes they talked about their hobbies, like for Kristen, the X-Men, and for Taleah, well, mainly her life in the other world. The two resorted to this type of conversation, because, well, as many people have figured out, this reality is boring and if you aren't enterprising, like these two, it's hard to find things to do in boring Reno, Nevada.

When they got to the school, both hopped out of the car and started toward the school building. Almost immediately, Kristen started to complain about her family or what happened the night before or some other trivial matter.

Taleah listened like a good friend, or now girlfriend, should.

"Remy," she pointed out. "You know you don't need to keep up appearances around me…"

Kristen grinned and shook her head. "I know, but it's just easier here to stop and just be Kristen. Let her personality take over, at least partially."

Perhaps I should explain a little. Taleah and Kristen weren't really Taleah and Kristen. They were truly Damia and Remy. One was meant to be here, the other just there for a visit or a "switch" as they called it. The Ministry of Magic brought Damia here. She wasn't quite born here, just placed here at five years old to replace a dying girl's mind and life. Remy, on the other hand, was here out of his own free will as a favor to his friend, Jazz, and as a normal boyfriend should do. Remy loved Damia and she loved him back. It was the classic relationship, with the exception that sometimes Remy acted like a two year old. Jazz was the sympathetic (or to some, just pathetic) best friend who let the two lovebirds spend time together. She was also the person who was supposed to be in the body that Remy was currently occupying.

"I know it is, but do you have to have so much fun confusing people so much?" Damia asked, teasing.

"But if I'm here all the time for Jazz, there won't be any strange looks if I act slightly differently. Besides, I get enough funny looks there," Remy pointed out.

"Slightly? You just like getting those strange looks from people don't you?" Damia sighed. "Let's go drop our stuff off at the classroom."

Now, some more things might have to be explained at this point. These two girls live in two different realities. One is this one, which we all know and some love. The other is one that may not be as familiar. It is the alternate reality of the X-Men, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter. The so-called hobbies that have been mentioned before aren't hobbies at all, but in fact, different people that exist and live and breathe like you or I. There is nothing fake about these fictional characters. These stories are written down and taken as a part of an author's imagination. These are general views of people from other realities and their lives. One, Damia, or Taleah, as she is known in our world, was a party all day and through the night type of person. Remy, on the other hand, was, well, pretty much the same, but with a few differences—as will be clearly shown later. Both loved the good party (and each other) but the actual lives of these two were written with semi-different personalities. Damia wasn't drawn to social gatherings, but Remy actively sought them out and went to them quite regularly.

When asked if anyone would recognize them, to Damia they would say no. She is not the type of person to be put into books or movies or other utter nonsense as that. She only got a supporting role in the versions of Harry Potter that are not available here. She is the type of person everyone wants to be, but no one will say they are. She does things like comfortably tend bar at a topless gentleman's club. She is selfless to the point of annoyance and cares so much that she might (if they're lucky) give up her own life for them. No one would ever admit to this, even if it were true. They'd either be embarrassed or too modest to say anything.

Remy, however, is a well-known comic book character. He is known in both worlds as Remy LeBeau, or Gambit as he prefers to be called by strangers. He may "only" be a work of fiction here, but he is one of the hottest to be put on paper in fifteen years.

I feel that this is a good enough time to introduce myself, both as a participant in this great tale that we are about to rejoin, and as author and narrator. My name is Jasmin, or Jazz (the previously mentioned best friend). I am also supposed to be the main occupier of "Kristen" and have no idea how I became involved in this world, but as one might observe, found my self here all the same. Now, onto the tale at hand.

Remy and Damia just arrived at Remy's first period classroom, which they didn't share, much to their dismay. It was trigonometry with several friends: Jolie, Gabby and Louis. Both Damia and Remy put down their backpacks on the table and went back out into the halls. They then headed down to see if Damia's math teacher was there yet, not expecting him to be, but who knows, this might be the day he showed up before the tardy bell rang. Much to their surprise, but not pleasure, his was.

Mr. Akre was one of the flakiest, but strictest teachers in the whole school. He was the type of teacher every high schooler hates. The type with no food, no tardies and no talking policies. He held strictly to them. He, however, could do whatever he pleased, like not excusing people with passes or any legitimate excuse. The fact that he was there should have been the first clue that something was amiss.

Damia, trying to be cheerful about this whole thing, politely suggested they go back to class and get her things, not wanting to offend the teacher. Being the man that every girl wants to find, Remy readily agreed.

After retrieving her things, they went back to the classroom where Akre taught. There were now people in the halls and wandering around school. Akre happened to still be in the classroom at the time they arrived, and, like he usually did whenever he had to face a student, accused them of things—nasty things.

"Where is your homework? Or did you even do it?" he snapped at Damia.

"Hi, Mr. Akre, and it's just in my backpack, done. Do you want to see it?" Damia wasn't the type to talk back to a teacher. Not even here…especially not here.

Remy was ready to jump at the man's throat, like he would if he were "man" enough to take on the teacher. However, he was in a hundred pound weakling girl's body. No way he could take on two hundred pound Akre. Instead, he just watched as Damia put her things at her seat after he didn't reply and left the room, following after "his girl".

"Well, that went wonderfully," he commented after they left the room.

"Akre's always like that," Damia muttered, not liking how Akre treated all the students in his classes. Most of the students he had were, if not bright, at least they showed up at school, which sometimes made one wonder, by he way he despised the world, if he himself had ever attended more than the tenth grade.

Remy let the subject drop. He tried not to make her angry, depressed or basically feel any negative emotion due to two things. One, he was an empath and two she was his. They both agreed on this. He didn't mistreat things that were his.

He was an empath and she was a sensitive. Empaths and sensitives don't mix. Empaths sense emotion and sensitives emit emotions at a rate of ten times what you or I fell. So he tries to keep her happy and she doesn't give him a headache if he succeeds.

"So, what did you have in mid for the next thirty minutes before class?" Remy asked Damia.

"I was just gonna walk around," she answered, semi-confused. What else did they do before school? But everyday he asked and everyday she answered and they were content to do so.

They proceeded to walk around campus, calling out hello to anyone they saw and knew, which wasn't very many people, but they had a few friends. The most memorable chats they had were between Gabby and Jolie. They went something like this:

"Hello, Kristen, Taleah. How are you?"

"Fine we're just walking around."

"Oh, that's cool. See you in class."

Pretty much the only people to pay attention to them ewer friends they'd had since before high school, and that was mainly thanks to Taleah, who just talked to people whether they wanted her to or not.

Remy returned to the classroom to see if Koelyn was there. She normally showed up about twenty to eight and it was about that time. She had been waiting for a few minutes in the classroom and got up when they walked in.

"Hey! You're not late," Remy said, as always with the tact he was known for.

Damia paused. "Hey, Koelyn, what's up?" she asked when she recovered from the brilliance of what Remy just said.

"Hi, you guys," Koelyn answered. "Not much. Just life and work and the computer repair guy who asks everyone in the front office out."

Remy pulled a chair out from the table Koelyn was sitting at and spun it around so he could sit in it backwards. Damia followed suit. "Does that include you?"

"Poor you," Damia added.

"Yeah, and he smells too," Koelyn said, exasperated. It was harder to tell when Koelyn was frustrated than most. If they didn't know her, they wouldn't have known how she felt about the situation. Koelyn was one of those naturally nice people who wouldn't just be mean to people if she didn't like them.

"Want me to come with you to keep him away?" Remy offered.

"No, it's okay," Koelyn said with a laugh.

Damia decided it was time for either a random subject change or a random comment. "So, we think we have a theory about how that spell works."

"…or doesn't…" Remy offered.

Damia glared as Koelyn just waited patiently.

"We think it works on people we put it on, kids and older, crazier people. And animals, but that's not the point."

Remy's mind wandered now that the subject was changed, but knew if he got up, or showed much disinterest, Damia would get up and start fawning over him. So all he could really do is stop talking.

"How'd you come up with that?" Koelyn asked, practicing active listening. She did it automatically, though, showing what a nice person she is.

"Well, a couple of days ago, we got this job offer to baby-sit that old couple and the girl has Alzheimer's. She kept saying that Remy was only taking care of her for some of the time and stuff. That's why we think it works like that," Damia finished.

"Seems to only go to age three or so," Remy added, still semi-listening to the conversation.

Before Koelyn could answer, the bell rang for passing time before first period.

"I've got to go," Damia said as Remy grabbed her arm and pulled it to his chest. "Remy, you know I can't be late. Akre closes the door at the two-minute bell and won't let anyone in. I have to go now."

When Remy started whining, whimpering and pouting, Damia sighed. "Remy, I have to go. You know it, I know it and I can't stay."

Koelyn picked up her stuff and was standing by the door waiting to go. She did that a lot and after the first couple of days they knew it was their cue to stop messing around and get to class. Or let Damia get to class. Neither wanted to leave the other, but both knew they had to. He did insist on walking her to class. He knew he could make it in the two minutes her would have after walking Damia to class. The next class they would have together was English—third period.

The final bell rang and Remy barely made it back to trig. It wouldn't have mattered much, because the teacher saw Kristen enough that as long as her stuff was in the classroom, he wouldn't count her tardy. Not that he was there on time usually anyway.

Jolie was already stinging her usual spot next to Kristen's. She looked up and muttered a forgettable greeting and got one in return. The conversation then turned to Jolie and what was currently going on in her life. If Remy tried to say anything about Kristen and her family, or even ask if Jolie understood the homework, he was shot down and the conversation turned back to Jolie and her friends. When the lesson started, they stopped paying attention to each other and began copying notes furiously. No one noticed when an older, taller male replaced Kristen. At least, not until the bell rang.

Damia entered the class and sat down in her usual spot with her usual stack of papers to hole-punch. It wasn't her job, but when the seats were assigned, Akre warned the class that the person who sat in what was now Damia's spot would have to take care of the papers. She sat in the very back of the class and after she got the papers ready for the day, she disappeared in to the background. She was one of the few good kids in Akre's class. She actually took notes for one.

Mr. Akre put the notes on the board and Damia copied them down along with two others while everyone else screwed around. No one paid attention to the teacher, so who would expect them to pay attention to a quiet girl in the back who doesn't talk. They wouldn't even notice if she disappeared and was replaced with someone else. In fact, no one would notice the change until she ran into Koelyn again the next period.


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