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Pheelie let out a bloodcurdling scream when the corpse of that poor girl landed at her feet. All she had been doing was walking to work on a normal day, on her normal schedule, on a normal Monday. And now this? Oh god. She was going to be sick. No, she was going to pass out. Oh, she was going to be late for work! She was going to…
Smack. Her head was the first thing to hit the sidewalk. She was out cold, but not dead. She was vulnerable. Both girls, lying on the ground, body to body, sharing the cool lick of the cement underneath them.. But only one was breathing.
Except Pheelie could swear the dead girl was breathing. They breathed in and out to the same tempo. This girl felt familiar to her. Why? But why was she concerned about that? A dead girl, an obviously dead girl, was breathing. Pheelie felt a chill crawl down her spine like a lazy slug. Oh, how she hated slugs. Why was everything so hazy? She couldn’t remember-
She thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
A mass was wriggling its way out of the girl’s corpse like a chemical reaction fizzing over a test tube. Horror threatened to bubble over into a scream, but none was actually coming. Nothing was coming, in fact. She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t avoid whatever was coming out of this dead body and inching towards her. One second it looked like a mass of spiders, another second a bright, bubbling fountain of her favorite soda. This curious creature- Pheelie didn’t know what else to call it- crawled her way, closer and closer and closer-
As soon as it touched her she felt what could only be described as a boom, shaking her whole body like an earthquake. Except an earthquake doesn’t fill you with the memory of an entirely different person. Names, faces, dates and times of anything she knew were replaced by a whole other life. She had never been more terrified in her life. Things seemed to be coming to her in general flashes, then on to more specifics. Favorite food: peaches. Color: red, blue, yellow. Likes: cologne, Tissy, summer. Parents: Michael and Gina Trillo.
Name: Ophelia.
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Ophelia
Science FictionThe switch was confusing. But what would she do with her second chance? Ophelia Trillo was the girl who did whatever suited her. Tattoos, piercings, red nails, redder hair, and summery clothes. People adored her and she loved it. Even though she did...