Realistic or Modern Body Snatched! : An Interactive Story

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The first thing you become aware of when you wake up is the fact the bed feels harder than usual. It's like a thin sheet of cotton is the only thing keeping you from laying on the ground; it feels as if the hardwood floor is pressing directly into your back. But you don't have a hardwood floor, your parents made sure that every room in the house was carpeted exquisitely. That's when you realise that something is wrong. 
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Your eyes snap awake and, lying on your side like you always do, you find yourself face-to-face with a stack of paperback books. They look like they've been read from cover to cover at least a thousand times. The same five books over and over- To Kill A Mockingbird, Catch 22, Catcher In The Rye, The Color Purple, and The Merchant of Venice. The kind of books that everybody studies in school but nobody reads for enjoyment. To Kill A Mockingbird is stacked on top of the pile so you reach for it and flick through the pages. No notes are scrawled inside. No signs whatsoever of where you are now. 
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You should be freaking out right now. Your father is always talking about young heiresses like yourself getting kidnapped and held for ransom- that's why you have to be so careful when you go out and make sure you aren't lead away from your friends. Your friends... They must be worried about you. Judging by the clock on the wall directly opposite you, it's past eleven in the morning. You never sleep in this late. Still half-asleep, you grasp for your cellphone from beside the bed where you left it and come up with nothing. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you frown. This isn't your bedroom, you know that for sure now. 
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The room that you're sitting in looks like it could have been a bedroom, a hundred years ago. It's a grimy room, whitewashed walls plastered with photographs of people. You notice that a girl with dark skin and white hair seems to be a reoccurring theme in these photographs. There is no carpet, like you said, but only a hardwood floor with uneven planks; the entire room sleeps to slope a little to the left. You are sitting on a mattress hastily shoved into the corner of the room, surrounded by only a wardrobe as furniture, and suddenly, you realise how cold you are without the thin comforter. You wrap your arms around yourself as you stand. 
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It's clear that you're somewhere else, somewhere far from home. 
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WHAT SHOULD YOU INVESTIGATE FIRST?
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1. Who are you?
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2. Where are you?
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3. What do you remember?
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OPTION THREE HAS BEEN SELECTED
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You think back to last night, trying to remember every single detail. As usual, you had done your homework, prepared for bed, eaten a midnight snack when your father was looking the other way, before falling asleep with your headphones still plugged into your ears. Oh! And you remember your father telling you that he was going on a business trip soon, setting off early tomorrow morning. You check the clock again. You must have missed him. He's probably not even in the country now, so there's no way you could contact him for help. 
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Something rattles the handle of the door and scares you out of your skin. You realise quickly that somebody is yelling through the door at you in what sounds vaguely like Spanish and you start in surprise, approaching the door. It's locked on your side but the person on the other sounds determined to force it open anyway. The voice sounds like a child's voice, much too bouncy and cheerful to belong to an adult, and you realise quickly that you can understand them.
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"Francesca, your friend is here for you. She's waiting outside. Should I tell her that you're coming or should I tell her to get lost?"
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But you don't know a word of Spanish, how on Earth were you able to understand that? It's as if the words were all snapped into place like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and you're left standing there, watching the picture come together without lifting a finger. You don't even take Spanish. And your name is not Francesca.
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"There's been a mistake." You reply easily, in a language you shouldn't know a word of, "My name is Lalita Rowan, my father runs a big company in the middle of the city, and I have no idea how I got here. You have to get help, I don't know where I am." 
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There's a pause like the child isn't sure what to respond with. Then, they scoff. 
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"Frances, you know mama says you gotta stop living in those fantasy worlds."
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There's a scampering of footsteps, as the child on the other side of the door runs away, and tentatively, you reach for the lock on the door. On one hand, you're not sure how much longer you can stay in this barren room before you go insane. On the other hand, your father always told you that if you ever got lost, you should wait for somebody to come and find you. And somebody had to be coming to find you. Somebody must have noticed that you were missing by now, surely. 
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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO NOW?
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1. Stay in the room.
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2. Venture out into the rest of the building.
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3. Climb out the small window.
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OPTION THREE HAS BEEN SELECTED
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You decide that the quickest way to deal with the situation is to escape out the small window, which is the only source of light in the dimly lit room. The lightbulb hanging from the ceiling looks as if it's been smashed and you deliberately avoid stepping onto it as you stand up on the bed and unhook the latch on the window. It's a little rusty but you manage it and push the window as far open as you can, leaning forward as you attempt to wriggle through. Your arms and head slide through well enough but your hips get stuck.
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No! You squirm helplessly, thinking about how stupid you must look hanging halfway out the window with your legs kicking furiously. You consider yelling for help but you don't want to get the attention of whoever's house this is, whoever may or may not have kidnapped you. You just need to wriggle free on your own. Grunting, you push yourself forward and tumble out of the window, grateful that you seem to have been on the ground floor of the building. You land gracefully on your behind.
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Sitting there, on the sidewalk outside a strange house, you feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes. All of this is so unfair! You didn't ask for any of this. You can't help pouting a little as you push yourself up off the grass and lean down to brush yourself off. Maybe it's because you've only just woken up properly or because you've only just stopped to look yourself over but you notice something is very, very wrong. Your skin tone is wrong, your body shape is wrong. You stare down in bemusement at the loose shirt and shorts you realise you're wearing. 
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"What on Earth-?" You catch your breath, "I-"
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"Hey, Frances! Chica!"
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A girl- a girl with dark skin and white hair- is running towards you, her sneakers slapping against the dry sidewalk and her curls bouncing against her back. 
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WHAT DO YOU DO?
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1. Run as fast as you can in the other direction. 
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2. Ask her for help getting back home. 
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3. Act casual and greet her like a friend.
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(please vote in appropriate thread. Link is in the first post)
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OPTION THREE HAS BEEN SELECTED
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You decide to act friendly and casual towards her- though it's difficult because the girl is dressed as if she crawled out of a gutter somewhere- because running away might lead to a chase. So, you stay still and try not to scream as the girl suddenly leaps on you and embraces you tightly. She kisses you on both cheeks, speaking rapidly in Spanish about how good it is to see you, before drawing back. You try not to look incredibly mortified by how this stranger greeted you. 
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"Frances, you look like you saw a ghost!" She laughs and something deep inside you tingles with both recognition and joy. It's like... Your stomach does a backflip. Like when you see a cute boy but more... Familiar? Your body has felt this exact feeling towards this exact girl before. Your face grows hot. 
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"Hello." You manage, shakily; you decide to experiment in urban slang, "What's up?" 
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"What's up?" The girl repeats, still grinning at you, "You're the one that wanted to hang out with me today. Your mom was mad at you and you wanted to escape the house for a day, remember?"
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"I..." You don't have a mom, "I don't understand."
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"You hit your head or something?" The girl's face falls a little and she stares at you, utterly confused, "Chica, it's me. Kat. Jeez, I know we haven't hung out in a week but you can't have forgotten me already?" 
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Kat? You don't know a Kat. But there were pictures of you in the room that you woke up in. The room that Frances woke up in. And that's when it hits you all at once what seems to be happening. 
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Your heart beats fast in your chest and that's when you catch the sight of a car sitting out on the street, bathing in the light of the sun. Quickly, you run over and confirm your fears. Because everything is beginning to come together and you realise that you aren't you at all. Staring into the reflection of yourself on the car, you realise that you are no longer Lalita Rowan. You are a slightly older, teenage, Hispanic girl with fake red hair and a ring stuck through your nose. 
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WHAT DO YOU SAY NOW?
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1. Tell Kat that you did hit your head and got amnesia.
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2. Tell Kat that you're stuck in somebody else's body. 
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3. Tell Kat that you're ready to hang out with her. 
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"What's up with you, crazy?" Kat laughs lightly, not unkindly, and approaches you. She walks with a swagger in her step, like she's the most important person in this crumbling neighbourhood, and slings an arm around your shoulder like you've been friends forever. Or something more than friends, you guess, as she tries to kiss your neck and you forget to breathe for a moment. You've never been kissed by a girl like that before. Heck, you haven't been kissed by a boy like that before. 
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"I suppose I must have hit my head pretty hard." You're still staring at the reflection of yourself in the car, "I must have gotten amnesia or something."
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"Dude, you're forgetting that I'm the doctor around here. Or at least, the one that reads the science books and patches you up when you fall over. To forget me, you'd have to get incredibly bad amnesia and you'd have some serious damage in your brain alongside that." Kat grins at you, "You're so weird sometimes, Frances."
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Frances, you think, as you look at your reflection, well, I guess that's me now. I might as well just play along with this whole situation until it's over. Yes, just play the part of Frances for a little while until you can fix this. 
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"So, you ready to hang now?" Kat asks and you nod at her, smiling as best as you can. Whoever this girl is, she's clearly a close friend of "Frances" or even a girlfriend and you guess you'll have to treat her as such. You wish you'd been left some notes on what Frances's life was like so that it was easier to play along. 
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"Sure." You reply, "Where are we going to be hanging out today?"
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"Drop the act, man." Kat still has an arm around you and you begin to walk with her down the sidewalk, blindly going with her wherever she's planning to go. You just hope that she doesn't lead you headfirst into danger. Because, and you're going to be honest, Kat seems like one of those fearless girls that your dad always informed you that you would not hang out with. She could get you in trouble. 
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"What act? I ain't pulling no act." You say, surprised at how easily the words seem to come to you. You wonder if it's because you still have some of the remaining parts of Frances in her body- that would explain why you reacted to Kat in the way you did. The tingly feeling she gives you is Frances's biological reaction to a mildly attractive girl, you suppose. It's weird to think about. 
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"That's my girl!" Kat cheers, grinning at you, "Let's go to the thrift shop and see if we can find some cool shit for under five dollars. You could do with a new sweater, right? 'Else you're gonna get cold at the fireworks tonight." 
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"Fireworks?" You repeat. 
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"I swear you never listen to me!" Kat laughs again. 
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WHAT DO YOU ASK KAT ABOUT?
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1. How she met Frances.
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2. What her relationship is with Frances.
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3. Where Frances's cellphone is. 
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