Hello fair readers! Welcome to *DRUMROLL*...Chapter five! The first chapter five I've ever written too! And yes, the switch does occur in this chapter. For future reference, Luke looks and sounds like Clarissa, but will still be referred to in the narration as Luke. Clarissa looks and sounds like Luke, but will still be referred to in the narration as Clarissa. Just making sure that nobody gets confused :).

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Chapter 5: Confusion and terrifying realization

A dull ray of sun shone through a windowpane.

How long was I out for? I wondered. Where am I? What happened? Is Luke okay? What's going on?

Then I remembered. The falling. The spinning world. Luke's breathing.

My eyes slowly opened. I seemed to be in a bed in the Choral Clinic.

"Uhhhh…" I groaned as I sat up. I felt strange, as if I had been battered and bruised all over, which I supposed I had been after such a fall. But it wasn't only that, I felt strange in general. My movement as I went to sit up didn't seem quite the same, sort of off center. It was weird.

I went to itch my nose, but instead of my nose, I found that I was itching a band aid. A band aid on my nose? I thought as I picked at it for a moment. My nose didn't hurt, so I couldn't see why I had a band aid on it.

And then I noticed my hands. They were tan and rough. My hands had never been soft, one of the cons of farming, but they were rougher than usual. My fingers were slightly pudgier, and the fingernails were stubbier, as if they were often chewed upon.

Acutely aware of the fact that something wasn't right, I jumped up off of the bed.

"Oof!" I grunted as I landed on the floor. I felt a bit woozy standing up, but it wasn't that that surprised me. What did surprise me was the sound of my voice when I grunted. It sounded lower, and more masculine. I could almost feel it rumbling lower in my throat.

I took a few steps. I felt much heavier and taller than I remembered, and it almost felt as if each part of my body was positioned slightly different. A shock of blue hair fell in front of my eyes. Wait. Blue hair? I have brown hair! I must be going crazy…

Suddenly, Irene walked in.

"Oh, Luke, thank goddess you're awake! We were worried that the injuries you suffered with miss Clarissa were much worse, but it seems that you've only sustained some minor bruises and bumps." She said. I looked around, but I didn't see Luke anywhere. Who was she talking to?

"Um, sorry to be rude, but who are you talking to?" I asked her, once again startled by the masculinity of my voice. Irene was startled too, but not at my voice. She seemed to be surprised at what I'd said, as well as my politeness.

"I'm talking to you dear! You're the only Luke in this room. Unless there's something I don't know about?" I stared at her blankly, and then laughed out loud.

"Ahaha! Good one Irene!" I assumed she was joking with me. She looked at me, concerned. "So, hypothetically, if I'm Luke, then where's Clarissa?" I asked her, still laughing.

"She's right over there, she hasn't woken up yet." Irene said slowly, pointing to a bed on the other side of the room. "Luke, are you sure that you're feeling okay?"

"I'm not Luke! Luke's over there, sleeping!" I told her, pointing to the other bed where 'Clarissa' supposedly was. Why is Irene doing this?

"Now, Luke, I suggest you lie down a bit longer; you don't seem to be back to your regular self yet. When you feel better, come into the lobby and I'll discharge you." She said. I saw her shake her head disapprovingly as she shut the door. Holy chicken eggs, was that all about?

I walked over towards the other bed nervously. It didn't make any sense. Why am I even doing this? I shouldn't have to convince myself. I approached the bed. The person sleeping in it was completely under the covers. I know perfectly well that Luke is lying underneath those covers. I pulled the covers off of the sleeping figure and came face to face with…

Myself.

WHAT THE FARM? Sure enough, someone that looked exactly like me to the freckle was fast asleep in front of my very eyes. A small dribble of drool was hanging from her mouth. I began to hyperventilate. This is impossible! I picked up a mirror. If that's me, then I must be… I gasped. Blue hair. Catlike eyes. Flaming Bandana.

…Luke.

And then I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.

My eyes opened suddenly. I thought I heard someone scream… I scanned the room. It seemed that I was in the choral clinic. The last thing I could remember was diving over the cliff in Fugue Forest, in attempts to save Clarissa. Clarissa, is she okay?

I sat up fast, and was greeted with a throbbing pain in my head. Ugh, I hate migraines… I rubbed my forehead in hopes to make it feel better, but instead of finding the spiky, blue bangs that I usually felt, my hand met something much softer and brown. Brown? Did someone dye my hair in my sleep? I laughed at the thought, only to find that my laugh was higher pitched, and more like a giggle. Guys aren't supposed to be able to giggle. Something definitely wasn't right.

I stood up slowly. I felt a lot lighter than I did before, and my movements seemed the slightest bit different. It's as though my whole body was rearranged… I walked over to the other side of the room. There was a guy over there. He was looking at himself in the mirror in a panic, so I could only see the back of him. He was also wearing the same bandana as me.

"Hey, nice bandana! I have the same one!" I shouted to him even though he was right next to me. He turned and looked at me, and my heart stopped for a moment.

I was looking at myself. Not in a mirror, but for real.

"Whoa…" was all I managed to say. My clone looked, if possible, even more surprised than I did.

"Luke? Is that you?" The me-clone asked frantically in my old voice. I had never heard my voice sound so afraid.

"Yeah…" I said, still in shock. "Who are you?"

"Clarissa!" The me-clone hissed. "What are you doing with my body?"

"Your body?" I asked, confused. The person who claimed to be Clarissa (but still looked exactly like me) whirled me around to face a mirror.

Brown hair. Yellow blouse. I sniffed the air around me. Strawberries…

"Holy chicken eggs!" I shouted.

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