So I let my friend write this chapter. I edited it a lot, and this is the edited version. If you want the original, PM me :)
"Ehmagawd you're Kuh-laire!" Emma said to Ginger.
"And you're Massie?" Ginger exclaimed, finger combing through her hair.
"Why are we all here and why do we look like EW's?" Emma asked with a hint of sadness. "Ehmagawd, why is my hair so… blonde? And what's with the tacky highlights?"
"Ehmagawd, my boobs! Where did they go?" Maria yelled touching her chest. Was this a joke? Was she in a coma? Maybe a terrible dance fall during a recital caused this. Oh, maybe she was schizophrenic! Even if it was why was it so… weird?
"Hey you guys do you mind saying your names cause there is no way you're the PC " Emma said to the four girls, in command as usual.
"I'm Claire! Why do I have Dylan's hair?" a girl with wavy orange hair said.
"Can someone please help me?" a girl cried. A girl with long brown hair stood up from her bed along with 'Claire' to help the girl off of the floor.
"Why couldn't you get up?" she asked confused.
"Umm I don't think I can walk I may be paralyzed!" Allison cried to them even though they we're complete strangers but for some reason it felt as if she knew them as well as the Pretty Committee.
"Hey it might only be temporary" Maria said tying to comfort the stranger.
"Stop what is going awn her we have to figure this out why do we awl look different!" Emma yelled at the PC. She knew exactly who was who now. She pointed to each of their faces and said their name.
"Massie?" They all said in unison. Suddenly they felt something squeezing their hand only to noticed they were linked together.
"Yeah who else would I be?" Emma said to the somewhat familiar faces. It felt like she did know them, like they were connected deep inside.
"How could you tell who was who especially when we look like this?" Maria said this like she would say knock off.
"The way you spoke and interacted with each other I mean I've only seen Kristen cry like that and Dylan ask a question so innocently stupid and the way Alicia flipped her hair and her speech pattern and Kuh-laire biting her nails basically her body language" Emma explained pushing her bed next to Ginger's .
"Why do we look like this and what's with the new names and faces?" Ginger asked.
"Why can't I walk? " Allison questioned.
"Where's my boobs and why am I fat?" Maria asked giggling at the boobs part. When she was in that body that she had before whatever happened she always wanted them to go away or become smaller at least now they weren't there.
"Why are we in this hospital?" the Dylan-girl asked.
"Let's get one thing straight. We are the Pretty Committee, right?" Emma asked, demanding an answer.
"Given" Maria answered.
"All we gotta do is figure out why we're in Freaky Friday" Kristen sighed poking at her leg. Why did she not feel anything?
"At least we're all here we got to help each other out because it's not normal to just switch places with random people!" Ginger said.
"EHMAHGAWD if were in other peoples bodies then it's very possible that we're complete strangers and live in completely different parts of the universe!" the Dylan-girl whisper yelled.
"Oh god please don't jinx this if were in a parallel universe then I don't want to be put with a bunch of strangers!" Allison sobbed softly.
"I'm sorry I'm just super stressed," she apologized.
"Wait, who are we?" Maria asked.
"Check your bracelets, now!" Emma commanded. She hurriedly scooted over and made room on her bed for the others, then moved to Allison's so she wouldn't feel left out.
"Alexandra Watson!" the Dylan girl exclaimed, almost like a game show host.
"Ginger Coleman," Claire's new self said immediately after.
"Allison York," responded a very sad new Kristen.
"Maria Carrillo," the Alicia clone said.
"So we know who we are. Anyone wanna play a game?" Emma asked hoping to find a way to overcome what was happening.
"We're in other people's bodies and in a hospital with no clue what our lives are like, and you want to play a game?" Ginger laughed.
"Yup" Emma giggled. She got Ginger's hair in her face and Maria's elbow in her thigh, but she, for once, didn't say a thing. Even though they were smushed together she didn't want them to move away into their own space.
"Okay, who has the worst name?" Alex (who likes Alexandra? Gross) giggled clapping her hands.
"Ugh me!" Maria sighed. "Maria! I mean, how cliché is that!"
"I'm Allison! Oh hey, like in Pretty Little Liars!" Kristen whispered in excitement. Hopefully this Allison chicks family was as rich as Allison's in Pretty Little Liars. Maybe she has a house nawt an apartment.
"Ew, I'm Ginger," she smirked shaking her head. The others laughed at how new Claire had red hair while new Dylan didn't.
"Um, I'm Emma as in Watson so mwah you can have my autograph later!" Emma said and blew air kisses.
"My last name is Watson so ha!" Alex threw back at her.
They all cracked up despite them being on these uncomfortable bodies.
"Ugh I can't take it anymore! Swear to each other right now that we will all dye our hair back to what it looked like in our dream lives!" Maria said.
"Done."
"Done."
"And done!" they all agreed.
"Why makes you think it was a dream?" Emma asked her somewhat offended.
"Well, we all opened our eyes as if we were sleeping or something and sat up and looked around wondering how the heck we got her from what we were doing moments before. So call me crazy but we definitely woke up from something." she explained to the girls tugging at her hair. It was so wavy ad thick and glossy!
"True but that couldn't have been a dream it felt so real and I remember every second of it this is the fake life we're obviously at Massie's Friday night sleep over this is just a dream that's it!" Allison sobbed. They all laid there hoping she was right. The exclusivity, the envy, the house, the closets, the boys, the families!
Were they all supposed to pretend those people never existed? They had emotional connections with them! Now they have new families! And they had to forget all about their old ones and love new people.
"I can't," Emma whisper sobbed. Even though she was Massie she couldn't handle the reality of this situation. It was too much. They had a internal connection they had for 4 years. They all sat there in silence comforting one another with their presence .
"Hey Alex, maybe you can get a family that spends time with you!" Ginger exclaimed. "Emma, you can have a sibling! Allison, your parents could be financially great and have a house! Maybe I could even fit in!" Ginger couldn't believe the last words that came out of her mouth. Sure, she was hated at first, and exiled. But after comparing her wardrobe to Massie's when she first moved, she was embarrassed her Keds and overalls. Sure, they did not fit and didn't have the best appearance but she wanted to be herself! And if they never existed then why feel bad.