It was just another ordinary day at school. Coop and Cami sat at their usual lunch table, bickering over something trivial—just like always.
"Why do you always have to be so dramatic, Cami?" Coop asked, rolling his eyes.
Cami shot him a look. "I'm not dramatic, Coop! You're the one who can't handle anything serious!"
"I handle things just fine!" Coop shot back, narrowing his eyes. "I can handle anything you throw at me!"
Cami crossed her arms. "Oh yeah? How about you try being in my shoes for one day, Coop? You think you could handle being me? Dealing with everything I have to deal with?"
Coop raised an eyebrow. "I could totally handle being you. How hard could it be?"
"Oh, I don't know," Cami said with a smirk. "Maybe you'd get an idea of how *tough* it is to be me."
They both stared at each other, their argument growing more intense. Then, at the exact same moment, they made the same wish.
"I wish I could just see what it's like to be you for a day!" Cami exclaimed.
"Yeah, well, I wish I could see what it's like to be you, too!" Coop said, frustration clear in his voice.
The moment the words left their mouths, a strange, glowing light surrounded them. Neither of them knew what was happening, but before they could react, everything around them started to feel... *off.*