Chapter Two

I looked down at myself and shreik. This body isn't mine, and neither is this high-pitched boy/girl voice.

I have the body of a 18 year-old human male. I'm wearing a yellow dress shirt, black dress pants, a black cape, and black shoes. I snap my fingers and a mirror appears right in front of my face. This face is definatly not mine! It has chiseled features, and sandy-blonde shaggy hair. At least I'm wearing an eye patch.

Hey, at least I might be able to get some ladies swooning over me. Stupid! Stop thinking like that, nobody here likes you. That was made pretty clear last time! I scold myself.

I stumble forwards a few steps, and fall flat on my face. I forget I can't float in this flesh-bag.

I scream in pain and spit out a tooth that came out when I hit the ground. Then I hear a soft, and strangly familier voice say "Um, are you ok?"

I spit some dirt out of my mouth "No, everthing hurts. I seriously need to go to the hospital."

"Well, then let's go." the voice says. They bend down and lift me up underneath my arms.

"God! You're flippin heavy dude!" the voice says, grunting, and props me up against a tree.

I get a good look at 'the voice'. Oh crap no... It couldn't be.

"OH GOD!? BILL?!" Kyla shreiks. "Yeah, yeah, it's me, can you help me to the hospital now?" I ask impatently, beacause I literaly feel like I'm dying.

"Oh god, I forgot, let's go... we can catch up later." Kyle half drags me, half walks me to the hospital. "Thanks, Kyla..." I mutter.

Kyla shoves open the doors of the hospital and yells "YO MEDICAL PEEPS! FIX HIM!"

The doctors rush to get me on a stretcher, and run me to a very white room. One of the doctors leans over me and say "This shouldn't hurt." Then I feel a prick on my arm and the whole world goes black.