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A/N: Hey, all. I hope I didn't keep anyone waiting long. My math homework is piling up like crazy.

LIVExLAUGHxLOVExPINK: Same. My mom said that she could take away anything that has sugar in it and I'd still be on an energy high.

Dreamgurl868: I know right. It's been a really long time since I made ice cream by scratch. I do remember it was annoying and really long. And I was mad becuase the chapter got me thinking about Coldstone and that we don't have one here.

taynzpink: Always will.

Chapter 8: Switcheroo

Jake:

Good morning everyone. I hope you slept well, because I sure didn't.

Just like our normal tradition, every Baker kid (minus Nora, Charlie, Nigel, and Kyle this year) goes downstairs after Mom and Dad are fast asleep. It only happens twice a year, the day before summer vacation starts and the day before school starts. We goof until we can sleep. Sarah and I made ice cream and we let Mike put sugar in.

Needless to say, we had nasty sugar highs and we didn't get to bed until 3 am. That's pretty awesome unless you have to get up at 5:30.

"Come on kids, wake up. You all look like you only got 2 hours of sleep," Mom said as she handed everyone their breakfast. That'd be a funny line, if it weren't true.

We ate our breakfast slowly and headed out the door like snails.

"Bye, guys," Charlie said as he finished walking Sarah and me to school. We're the only Bakers in junior high right now. Mark will get into 6th grade next year. We're in 7th right now.

"Bye, Charlie!" we called back and ran upstairs. One of the reasons I love this school is that we never have to change our lockers. One thing I don't love is that the lockers are in this one big room, very inconvenient if most of you classes are in the other side of the school.

Sarah and I managed to make it to lunch carrying 4 classes worth of books around. The last 4 classes are close to the locker room. Hey, that's kind of funny, locker room. Hehe.

Sarah had lacrosse practice after school, so I normally wait in the bleachers until her team is done. Sad for me, basketball and soccer don't start yet.

"Jake! Jake! JAKE!" Sarah said as she ran down the rows of lockers. She grabbed me at mine (which is right next to hers). "There you are!" she exclaimed.

I stared, "Well, where else would I be? And what's so important that you have to yell and smack my head against the locker door?"

"Well, hehe, I kind of got detention. Funny story, right?" Sarah gives me a nervous smile.

"What?!" I exclaimed, "Dude, it's like the first day of school and you got in trouble, and by yourself too. That's low. What'd you do?"

"Well, it all started with a few teacher jokes, and my lacrosse stick almost breaking a window. Enough said. So, I need you to do something."

"And this favor better not mean me wearing a dress. Again." Yes, I had to once. She got detention once last year and I had to go to her home ec fashion show as her. Pink frills and I do not mix. At all. Oh, and by the way, Mom picked home ec for her. It's her only class without me.

"No! No! Not at all. You just have to wear my practice uniform."

I nodded, "Oh okay. Wait, what?!"

"I need you to be me at practice while me me goes to detention."

"Fine. Two questions. What will I do with MY clothes? And second, won't your coach notice that you were on today's detention list? I mean, you can't say that you snuck out in between becuase you'll get another detention, but you can't say that I helped becuase I'll get detention. I'm going for a record, Sarah. Don't call me goody two shoes or anything, but I don't want a detention."

She sighed, "They won't notice. You can put your clothes in my bag. Girls can't invade each other's privacy at practice. And I really need you to do this for me. Coach says I'll get kicked off the team if I don't come to this practice."

"Fine," I sighed back. She shoved her lacrosse bag and her stick in my hands. "You owe me!" I yelled as I walked down the hall to change.

I got into the uniform and hid my hair under her team cap. I walked out of the boys' bathroom (it was a wonder they didn't notice me walking out) and into the field.

"Sarah!" One of her friends, Vanessa...er, some sort of long name. And by the way, I know we're really identical, save for gender. But isn't it sad that I can pass for my sister?

"Hey, Vanessa," I said, making my voice a little higher. Oh yeah, my voice hasn't changed yet either. It's also sad when our grandmother calls the house and calls me Sarah and Sarah me.

"Oh! I want you to try my new lip gloss! It would be awesome to match." And Vanessa is trying to get Sarah to use lip gloss. "Come here, I'll put it on," she said, knowing Sarah would pull away (as would I). Yuck. Now I'm wearing makeup.

"Alright ladies! I noticed your running was a little poor the last few weeks before school ended. So, here's your new training method," Sarah's coach stepped aside to reveal a box. Right inside it happened to be...

High heels. You have to be kidding me. First the lip gloss (which I took off seconds after Vanessa put it on) and now this? Sarah really owes me.

Her coach circled the box, "Heels will cause you to stand up straight and run with grace. Pick a pair, ladies." Obviously, she hasn't seen me run in heels. I haven't even seen me run in heels. I didn't plan on ever having to do so.

"Sarah! Sarah!" Vanessa called. It's really hard to answer to her name when I'm Jake. "I got matching pairs for us! Isn't that cool!" Oh, yes. Lovely, Vanessa. Thanks for making this day even brighter.

High heels aren't as hard to run in as I thought, but they sure are annoying. I mean, there are like 5,000 straps that hook around your foot and ankle and then these aren't my size so they're huge on me. I only fell 7 times so far. If I was on the basketball court, I would've never gotten up. Thank you, grass.

"Baker!" her coach called as we were packing up. Thank you! A name I can answer to!

"Um, yeah coach?" I said as I got up. The call made me fall. Hey, that rhymes! Oh yeah, 8 falls now.

She eyed me a little which made me nervous, "Good job out there, kiddo, you've changed. No longer are you the aggressive Sarah Baker who almost broke one of her teammates kneecaps, but a fair playing girl."

First of all, uh-oh. I forgot that Sarah sort of is a little bit...well, competitive. I mean, I am too, but not as hard as her. Our only difference is that I'm more polite and fair, and she's aggressive and shoves anything or anyone who is in her way of winning. Not a huge difference between us in my world.

Second, its not like I can hit a girl! That's like number 1 on the list of things a guy shouldn't do. Number two is not to go dressing up in girls' clothes, but I guess that rule went out the window at the fashion show. But mom taught me never to do that. I don't care if I'm supposed to be Sarah. If I do shove, hit, and flip over these girls, my luck will turn and Sarah and I will get caught. Not only would we get one detention for pulling a switch, I'd get another detention for hitting every girl playing against me. Unlike Sarah, I have never been suspended off my sports teams. She has over 7 times, only 3 for lacrosse.

"...Uh, thanks!" I said and ran off into the field again. Two seconds later, Sarah's coach blew the whistle for the end of practice.

"Sarah!" Vanessa called again; I let her catch up with me.

"Hi Vanessa..." I moaned. Talking to this girl is like talking to Barbie. Or, at least I think that's what its like. All she can ask people is about hair, makeup, and guys, all of which Sarah would rather avoid.

She grinned at me (painted on just like Barbie's I guess), "So, what are you doing? Not going to the girl's room to switch out of the uniform?"

"No, I have to go meet my brother," it felt weird saying that about me, but I guess it is true. We meet Charlie outside soon, "so I can't talk right now."

"Oh, well, okay, bye!" She turned to the other group of girls. I ran into the guys' bathroom and got out of the uniform. I forgot how much I love regular shoes. I love you, sneakers.

I came out of the bathroom just as Sarah came to meet me.

"So, how was practice?"

"You owe me. Big time. I'm not even kidding about how much you owe me," I said.

A/N: R&R all the people who read this!