It was a typical rushed morning,you overslept, grabbed whatever was clean-ish, and bolted out the door with toast still in your mouth. Sprinting toward the school gates, you round the corner of the hallway just as someone else does the same.

BAMM.

Your foreheads collide like cymbals in a school band, everything feels...off. Your limbs are lighter, your perspective is slightly lower, and your voice?when you gasp,isn't yours. Looking up, you see yourself,your face,staring back in wide-eyed horror. You’ve switched bodies with Hana, the quiet girl who always sits in the back of class, half-hidden behind a curtain of hair. You barely know each other,she’s mysterious,shy and apparently not a morning person either.