My head aches as I wake from a strange nightmare. The room floods with light and my drousy mind clears as I relize that I am not in my room. Fear plants me to the spot as I stare at my manly and calloused hands. "These are not my hands", I gasped and fingerd my throat, a large bulge made my eyes widen so much that I thought they would burst out of my head. What kind of nightmare is this I thought. But everything feelt so real. By this time I had just assumed that I was in an odd nightmare and so I looked around the room I was in. The room was sparse except for an old scratched dresser and desk to match, the bed I woke up in, a door (I don't know where it leads to) and a mirror(there were also posters and odd items scattered around the floor). I couldn't see my reflection from the bed so I stood up and walked over to it, half warry of what I would see. I couldn't believe my eyes, surely this mirror is rigged because I am not a man! Once the initial shock had set in I realised that I recognised this face. I racked my brain and finally remembered whose body I was in... This is the bad boy Joshua from my maths class, renouned for getting into fights, drinking at school, skipping classes and much more. I haven't met him personally but the rumors are enough to give him quite a reputation. This is way to realistic to be a dream but that would mean... I really am in Joshua's body! I nearly fainted from shock. I had always assumed fiction and reality were two different things parallel to each other, never had I imagined that the two ends would meet in this odd way. I need to find a way out of this situation fast! The first thing to do was leave this plain room. I cautiously opened the bedroom door to find a long hallway leading to what I assumed was the lounge. Halfway down the hallway I heard a toddler yell "Joshhyyy!" a chubby little boy ran towards me and gave me a bear hug. The hairs on the back of my neck stiffened in shock WHO THE HELL WAS THIS CHILD. I force a smile at the little boy and said "heeeyyy..." the child looks at me oddly then says " bwro if you down't weave for schoow now won't you be wate?" crap I thought, today is Monday and I'm supposed to be at school. I ran back to Joshua's room and dig through his dresser. I don't want to be doing this but I need to get changed for school, perhaps then I can find my body. I eventually find his hoody and jeans, both ripped, shoved in his draws. I grab a phone lying next to his bed but can't figure out the pin. Even so I can read that it is 8am so I rush down the hallway still wary of what I will find. A gruff woman with bruised face shoves me a bag "get in the f**king car if you don't wanna be late you brat". I was taken back by her rude speach but clambered into the shaby car. This is probably his mom I thought, at least that's what I hoped. We arrived at school and I was relieved to see familiar surroundings. I walked towards my math class and nearly vomited with pure terror, I was staring at my own body...