Is that...Me?

I opened my eyes and immediately everything felt different. I didn’t feel like I was myself... But I was... Wasn’t I? I mean who else could I be. I tried to move my arms and legs and they went along with the gesture but everything felt off. I stood up and stumbled back a little, thinking that I was falling but I wasn’t. I felt lighter on my feet...I looked down and noticed I was a little bit shorter too... Or least I thought I was... Do people shrink? I looked around the room and instantly recognized my bedroom after seeing the mural I painted when I was 10. My eyes then settled on the mirror hanging on my wall. I took at look at myself or what I thought was me and didn’t recognize the person. My eyes weren’t my eyes... They used to be a blend of hazel and green but now as I stared into my eyes they were a little more on the brown side. My lips had more color and looked fuller... Was those my lips? I took a step back from the mirror to get a better look and almost choked on my spit. I had boobs! Like real boobs. Nice and full unlike the ant bites I used to have. I still had my curly, brown hair but it was shorter than what I remembered. I looked behind me when I heard a door being opened.

“Uh... Jane?“, my brother Paul called out.

“No my name is Rebecca.“, I said sarcastically. “Who else would I be?” Maybe he sees that Im different too, I thought to myself. That must mean something is off! He walked a little closer to me and looked me up and down before trying to hide the look of surprise on his face.

“Um... No one. Why would you be anyone else? Do you think you’re anyone else?“, He asked quickly.

“No...?“, I replied slowly in a confused tone. “I think I’m still me... Do I look different to you? Like my eyes maybe? I don’t think I remember them being this color.”

“Nope. Still the same plain old Jane. Nothing looks different about you at all. You’re probably just imagining that you used to look different... Or maybe you just dreamed that you were someone else... I mean looked different... Not that you do. You look really well. Never better but um I think I hear someone calling me so uh yeah. Later”, Paul said quickly before speeding out of the room.

Okay... That was weird... Right? I looked back in the mirror and still felt as if something was off but I shrugged it away. I went to the kitchen and found Paul talking to my parents. My mom was in the middle of making breakfast and my dad was fixing his tie but everyone stopped when I walked in.

“Goodmorning sweetie! Are you hungry?“, my mom asked sounding more cheery than usual.

“I’m actually starving. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.“, I said as I grabbed a plate from my mom. Everyone stared at me before quickly looking away. Is it just me or is everyone acting weird this morning? I finished my food with my family weirdly watching me before going back to my room to get ready for school. I opened my closet and paused. Is this a joke?I closed it then opened it again but it was the same thing. What happened to my clothes? These aren’t my clothes!! Or are they? I don’t remember seeing any of these before but they must be mine, right? I looked in the closet and pulled out a pale blue maxi skirt with pink roses. I looked at the skirt for a minute before shaking my head and putting it back. I definitely don’t remember wearing anything like this. Since when do I wear skirts? I looked back into the closet and found a faded black shirt with the words “Dream on” printed in white. I grabbed and held it close to my body. This is more my style... Even if it is v-neck. I grabbed a pair of jeans and some worn out black vans before I walked to the bathroom. I did my normal routine then stopped when it came to my hair. I couldn’t remember it being this short so I didn’t know how to wear it. I decided to pull it up into a bun and leave it for another day. I applied liquid foundation to my face but wiped it off quickly after looking in the mirror. This is definitely not my color... But this is the one I always use. Why does it look different on me now? It’s too light. I searched through my make-up bag and found a similar bottle with a more creamy color and applied it. This one works a lot better... Maybe I just grabbed the wrong one the first time? I put on some lipgloss then stopped and looked at myself in the mirror again. I turned and looked at every angle and still couldn’t recognize my appearance. I looked the same for the most part but they were obvious differences. I looked down at how the shirt was fitting and decided to roll with it. If having boobs is the only big difference besides my eyes then I’m fine with it. V-necks never looked this good on me before. I took out my phone and snapped a selfie then stopped when I noticed all my pictures were gone. When did I delete my pictures?? I checked my iCloud history but everything was blank. With a saddened face I left the bathroom and walked to where I keep my backpack. I had to stand up on my tiptoes to reach it from the hook, which is weird. I placed the hook so that I could get my backpack perfectly. Maybe I am getting shorter? Or maybe Paul is just messing with me... Yeah I think that’s it. I grabbed my backpack and walked to the door but stopped short when I noticed that our family pictures weren’t hanging on the wall anymore. I wonder what made mom take them down? I shrugged and opened the door before calling a quick bye to my parents. I made it half way to my car before my dad came rushing out.

“Jane wait!“, He said as he ran to catch up with me. “I forgot to tell you that you have a flat tire. I borrowed your car last night and ran over a nail in the road. I’ll just take you today.”

I looked down and didn’t see anything wrong with my tires but I was too tired to argue so I nodded my head and followed my dad to his car. “Are you sure you’re up for school this morning? Maybe you should stay home?” That was a weird question... He’s telling me to stay home from school? Since when did that happen??

“Uh yeah Dad I’m fine... Are you feeling okay?”

He nodded his head and with that I was on my way to school. I’ll be so happy when junior year is over so I can finally be a senior and graduate!!