Mind Swap
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
946
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1 - Headache
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Chapter 1 - Headache
“Alan!! Wake up and pay attention.” Mrs. Woods banged on his desk with her textbook trying to wake him up while the rest of the class watched. “Wake up! If you want to sleep, go home and sleep. I am not going to pass you this term and I know you need this class to graduate. Everyone else in this class will start high school next semester and you will be left back.”
Alan picked his head up and looked at his teacher. “Miss, I’m not feeling so well today.” That is what he always uses as an excuse when Mrs. Woods catches him sleeping in sleeping in class. However, this time he was telling the truth.
“You have not done any homework nor have you completed the report that was due today. And you come to sleep? I’ve had enough. I am calling your parents.” She resumed teaching.
(That bitch finally left me alone. My head hurts so badly. I think I’m coming down with something. Maybe I should just go home.)
He put his head down on the desk trying to ignore the pain that his head was giving off.
The bell finally rang, which ended his school day. Alan stood up from his seat, while his headache got more and more painful. Everyone exited the classroom and he was the only student left. Mrs. Woods approached him. “Listen Alan, I won’t call home today and I am giving you another chance to make up the report. You have until next week.”
Alan was not listening to her at all as the only thing on his mind was to go home and lay down. “Okay.” He left the classroom trying to remember what Mrs. Woods was telling him before, something about the report.
Each pulse in his head feels like a ticking time bomb. He headed home enduring all the pain. When he got home, He went straight into his room and onto his bed. His eyes closed in hope that resting will ease the pain of his headache and that it will go away when he wakes up.
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By the time Alan woke up, it was already dark outside. He was feeling much better. The headache he had was no longer bothering him. He got up and turned on his desk light. Alan could not believe what he found on top of his desk.
It took a few moments for him to register as he stood there bearing the three-page report that he was supposed to do. Alan spent a few minutes reading through the report and was astonished by the vocabulary that was used in it. It was the perfect paper.
The last thing he remembered was falling asleep several hours ago. Someone has done his report for him, but who? He searched the empty house and realized that his parents were not going be home for another hour or so.
(How can this be?)
He returned to his room and approached the mirror. All the mirror could do was reflect the image of Alan back at himself. With the report still in his hand, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and then at his own handwriting on the report.
(But that’s not possible. I was sleeping the whole afternoon. I don’t remember doing this at all.)
Chapter 1 - Headache
“Alan!! Wake up and pay attention.” Mrs. Woods banged on his desk with her textbook trying to wake him up while the rest of the class watched. “Wake up! If you want to sleep, go home and sleep. I am not going to pass you this term and I know you need this class to graduate. Everyone else in this class will start high school next semester and you will be left back.”
Alan picked his head up and looked at his teacher. “Miss, I’m not feeling so well today.” That is what he always uses as an excuse when Mrs. Woods catches him sleeping in sleeping in class. However, this time he was telling the truth.
“You have not done any homework nor have you completed the report that was due today. And you come to sleep? I’ve had enough. I am calling your parents.” She resumed teaching.
(That bitch finally left me alone. My head hurts so badly. I think I’m coming down with something. Maybe I should just go home.)
He put his head down on the desk trying to ignore the pain that his head was giving off.
The bell finally rang, which ended his school day. Alan stood up from his seat, while his headache got more and more painful. Everyone exited the classroom and he was the only student left. Mrs. Woods approached him. “Listen Alan, I won’t call home today and I am giving you another chance to make up the report. You have until next week.”
Alan was not listening to her at all as the only thing on his mind was to go home and lay down. “Okay.” He left the classroom trying to remember what Mrs. Woods was telling him before, something about the report.
Each pulse in his head feels like a ticking time bomb. He headed home enduring all the pain. When he got home, He went straight into his room and onto his bed. His eyes closed in hope that resting will ease the pain of his headache and that it will go away when he wakes up.
By the time Alan woke up, it was already dark outside. He was feeling much better. The headache he had was no longer bothering him. He got up and turned on his desk light. Alan could not believe what he found on top of his desk.
It took a few moments for him to register as he stood there bearing the three-page report that he was supposed to do. Alan spent a few minutes reading through the report and was astonished by the vocabulary that was used in it. It was the perfect paper.
The last thing he remembered was falling asleep several hours ago. Someone has done his report for him, but who? He searched the empty house and realized that his parents were not going be home for another hour or so.
(How can this be?)
He returned to his room and approached the mirror. All the mirror could do was reflect the image of Alan back at himself. With the report still in his hand, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and then at his own handwriting on the report.
(But that’s not possible. I was sleeping the whole afternoon. I don’t remember doing this at all.)