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Author's Note: I'm gonna do each chapter from the point of view of a different person.Haven't decided the order yet, but oh well. Woo-hoo! I got three reviews! That's.uhh.Three more than I thought I'd get! Yay! So, to L, Brutal2003, and Rachel, thank you guys very much! Yay! You rock! Okay, now to the chapter.

Chapter One – Reese

Aka Okay….Where Am I?

Well, I guess this is the place where I'm supposed to introduce myself and give you my name, right? Right. See, the problem is, I've got two names. The person I used to be, well, I can tell you everything about her. Hell, I'll even give you my middle name. Okay, well, no I won't. My name was Danielle Kelly. I had three younger half-brothers, a younger half-sister, and another unknown half-sibling on the way. My parents were divorced, both remarried. I was a sophomore at Reed High School. I lived in California.

It feels good to give away all those details. You see, I can't tell you anything about the person I am right now. I'm not allowed to give away any information, and frankly, that's all right with me. Because as long as I don't, I have a chance of living. Yeah, just a chance. But a chance is better than instant death. So, because I can't tell you anything, just call me Reese. It may be my real name, and it may not be. I'm not even going to attempt to give you a last name. Not worth trying.

You're probably looking at this right now and thinking I'm insane. A regular schizophrenic, right? Wrong. And let me make it very clear that I didn't want any of this. I always hated the Animorph books. Oh, not for the people, but the whole concept just bugged me. Maybe I didn't like the idea of aliens taking over people's brains. Hell, I still don't.

What's that? Aliens? Yes, they're here. Though I doubt you're surprised hearing that from me, right? But it's not a joke. It's not something someone made up. Okay, well, it is, but not here. Not now. The Yeerks are very real in this universe. They could be anyone. Your teacher. Your mother. Your doctor. The man who lives on the side of the street, screaming about dark angels. You could be one, for all I know. I hope you're not. There's no way to tell. Those slimy slug things just invade people's brain and take over. Just like that. No fighting, no nothing. You're a slave, in the worst way. You can't even move your own mouth.

Now you see why I didn't much like those books? I didn't want to even read them, let alone be stuck in their world. That was always Bri's trip, not mine. Bri was, and is, my best friend. She's in a situation like me. She was once a girl, ordinary, who didn't have to hide who she was. To prove it, I'll tell you her full name, even though she'll probably yell at me. It's Brianna Marie Ellen. I suppose I could blame this whole thing on her. But it wouldn't be accurate. It is just as much my fault as it is hers. She won't ever hear me say that out loud, but that's beside the point. And I will deny it if anyone points it out to her.

But anyway. I'm getting ahead of myself, and you're most likely very confused right now. So I'll get on with the story. Grab yourself a seat, and listen up. Because the fate of the world may depend on the story we have to tell you.

This morning, when I woke up, was like any other morning. Sydney, my baby sister, was crying, my younger brother Patrick was being an annoying little brat, and my mom was running late. Which meant I was running late. I got to school five minutes after the late bell rang. Not too bad, for me. I made a mad dash to class, despite the fact that first period was math and I hadn't done my homework that day. I sorta lied and said I didn't have any. Oh, well. Meet Joe Black had been on and, hello? Brad Pitt? Let's think about this. Brad Pitt or math homework. Guess which one I choose?

Anyway, I made it to class. I got lunch detention, but at least it was better than after school. Of course, I'd probably forget to go and get after school detention anyway. Le sigh. So, I sat there in class, trying to pay attention to whatever my teacher was droning on about. I ended up falling asleep. Hey, is it my fault I hate math? Not to mention she was soooo boring. My math teacher, that is. Some teachers make their subjects sound interesting, but mine? She probably practiced that monotone voice for optimum boringness. Yeah, that's my excuse.

I woke up to someone poking me in the back and promptly turned around to glare. It was Janie, a girl I talked to occasionally, and the one who woke me up in math whenever I fell asleep, which, surprisingly, wasn't actually that often. She gave me a smile which, of course, I didn't return, but she didn't seem bothered by that. Humph. I'll have to work on my scariness. I turned around to see what I had missed when it hit me. Janie didn't sit behind me. I didn't even know anyone named Janie. The guy who sat behind me in math class was a hottie who I liked to try and stare at. And yet….That wasn't completely right, either. What was going on?

I glanced back again. Yup, Janie was sitting there. I knew her, and yet I didn't. Sound confusing? It gets worse. I looked towards the teacher and it was a guy. Mr. Brickey. I've been in his class all year, and we had a love-hate relationship. No, I was in Mrs. Riley's math class, and she actually liked me, despite the fact that I almost never did my homework. No, I almost always did it, seeing as my cousin and I lived in the same house and she could watch me.

I blinked a few times and took a deep breath, trying to figure out what was going on. It was like I had two different complete sets of memories….One where I was Dani and one where I was Reese. Wait. I was Reese? I raised my hand.

Mr. Brickey looked over to me. "What is it, Reese?"

"Can I go to the restroom?" I asked.

"Is it an emergency?"

"Yes." I replied seriously, knowing he was nervous about female issues and would let me go.

"All right, then." He said, already going back to his lecture.

I scooped up my backpack and ran out into the hall. Okay, so I was Reese. How the hell did this happen? Then, suddenly, I remembered the wish I had made the night before. No. It was impossible, wasn't it? Obviously not, seeing as here I was, with Reese's memories. Memories of my parents being killed in a car accident long ago, memories of moving in with my uncle and two cousins, Trent and Sammie. Memories of my uncle being killed. Memories of two separate lives.

Maybe I better explain. Reese was the name I usually use for my characters in RPGs, stories, whatever. Not as often as Bri used Sammie, but still often enough. Sammie and Reese were usually cousins, or at the very least best friends in our stories. I was Reese. Yee-hah! I couldn't help myself, I did this weird little victory dance thing. Then, realizing something, I stopped. So, if I was Reese, it meant I had gotten my wish. I was living another life. And, presumably, I was in another world. Either one of our originals or a fanfic. Okay. So, which one was it?

By now I had decided that dancing in the middle of the hall was going probably going to attract some attention. I started walking to the bathroom while I thought. I lived with Trent, who was twenty, five years older than me and Sammie. Sammie. She was my cousin and best friend. That didn't help. Obviously, it wasn't Gundam Wing, since I didn't have any recollection of colonies or war. In fact, this world was very similar to my own. So, by process of elimination, it had to be something besides Gundam Wing. Oh, yes. Progress.

I got to the bathroom and checked to make sure no one was there. A'right. Now to test and see if I had any powers. First one? Fire. That was most common. I focused, trying to call upon unknown sources that would make fire. Nope. Nothing. Okay. Portal making, then. That was second. Concentrate…No, that didn't work either. By now, I was feeling pretty stupid. Here I was trying to conjure fire. Yeah, I'm sane.

Then I realized, hello, I have memories. I lived a life, why not see what powers I had, if any? Duh. I remembered, then. I had this Black Canary type voice thing. Oh. That was Bri's new thing to give me, though I had yet to use it in a story. She'd be reading too many comics. Well, might as well give it a try.. I let out a low, soft pitched scream that sound like a song. The ground shook ever so slightly and I just grinned. Okay, now this was cool. I raised the pitch a little bit, and the glass shifted, then fell apart in a spider web of cracks. Yes, this was really, really cool.

The bell rang, then, startling me out of my visions of coolness. I looked at the broken mirror, trying to figure out what to do. After a moment, I shrugged and decided just to leave it there. Someone would find it and fix it, right? Right. I picked up my bag, tossing it over one shoulder like I had done a thousand times in the past and headed out of the bathroom towards my next class. Walking in the hall was really weird. I kept passing people I knew, but didn't know. This was going to get to me if I wasn't careful. I tried shoving all of Dani's memories away and focusing only on Reese's. It was surprisingly easy and I smiled. Of course it was. Reese was me, after all.

"Hey, Reese." Someone said from behind me.

I would recognize that voice anywhere. It was Sammie. Which meant now I really had to be Reese. Sammie was my best friend, but she wasn't Bri. I couldn't make references to things Bri and I had talked about. Oy. This was going to be hard…Or maybe it wouldn't be. Putting a smile on my face, I turned around.

"Heya Sammie-girl."