“And he got grounded.” She started to smile, then gasped. “No … no way! You can’t know those things … only Amber does.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” I glanced around cautiously, then whispered, “You know how I have such a bad sense of direction? You’re always saying, ‘Dramber, you could get lost walking out of your own bedroom.’”
“Ohmygod,” she moaned. She sagged against the wall.
I could tell she was listening even though it would take more to convince her. So I went on. “When I got hit by Sheila’s mail truck, I went to the light — and guess who I met there? Grammy Greta and Cola.”
“But they’re … dead.”
“I couldn’t believe it either, but Grammy and Cola convinced me it was real. We talked awhile, then Grammy told me it wasn’t my time yet. She said to turn left at this Milky Way place — only I got it all mixed up and turned right. And I landed in the wrong body.”
“But you’re … you’re Leah.” Alyce rubbed her head. “Only you’re talking like Amber. I must be sick.”
“You’re fine. I’m the one stuck in the wrong body.”
With her back against the wall, she sank to the floor. “I–I don’t know … it’s impossible. Prove it.”
“Haven’t I already proven it? Who else would know everything I just told you?”
“You’re talking with Leah’s voice and moving in her body. I don’t even know why I’m listening to you — this is impossible.”
“I can prove it. Ask me something that only I would know.”
She pointed to the rainbow bracelet. “You say you know that’s a lucky bracelet. But do you know the ritual to make the luck work?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
She narrowed her brows skeptically. “So do it.”
“Here? What if someone walks by?”
“Do it now.”
“Oh all right. But it’s humiliating.”
I looked around to make sure no one was around. Then I turned the bracelet to the right two times and to the left once. I whispered the childhood chant:
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy.
Was he?
Then I sealed the magic with a kiss. Embarrassed, I looked up to find Alyce’s powder-painted face dripping black stains of tears. She sobbed out my name, then opened her arms and hugged me.
* * *
Eli, Dustin, and now Alyce knew.
You’d think that would solve everything, and I could be myself again.
But there was still the problem of Mr. Montgomery controlling my life.
When Dustin finally spotted us together in a corner of the hallway, he raised an eyebrow. Alyce and I shared an “I know what he’s thinking” look and giggled.
“Oh, no!” Dustin threw up his hands as if surrendering. “They’re back — the Double-Trouble A’s.”
There was so much to talk about. Since the Montgomerys wouldn’t miss me for a few hours, we got in my car (they were both very impressed with Leah’s cool wheels) and headed for our favorite hangout, Grumpy’s Grill.
When Alyce watched me slop through the Giant Grumpy Burger, oozing sauce all over my hands and licking it up, she joked that there was no doubt I was the real Amber.
Of course that led to questions about Leah. Since I was in her body, why wasn’t she in mine? Where was she? Would she ever come back?
“I have no idea,” I admitted with a twinge of guilt. “When I saw my real body, I hoped to find her there and that we’d switch back. Only it didn’t happen … and now it can’t ever.”
“There’s always hope,” Alyce insisted, chewing on a fry. “And you had a very nice memorial. It was cool to hear people say all those nice things about you. I took notes so I could tell your family everything people said.”
I grinned — she was such a great friend. Who else would take notes at a memorial and rush after a thief to save a mostly worthless bracelet?
Looking down at my wrist, I wondered if the bracelet really was lucky. Well, I had my friends back — which was a great start.
Alyce kept staring at me, as if she was still getting used to my borrowed body. But as we talked, joking about shared experiences like nothing was any different between us, it all felt so normal.
Dustin was still worried about my staying with the Montgomerys. “You need to move out of there,” he insisted.
“We already discussed this and agreed it’s best to wait. Don’t forget the GPS system in my car. I don’t want to be picked up by the police again.”
“Tell your parents — your real ones,” Alyce suggested. “We’ll make them believe, and then you can move back home.”
“Even if they believe I’m their daughter, Mr. Montgomery won’t let me leave.” I glanced at Leah’s pink leather watch and frowned. “I’ll have to go back soon.”
“Not so soon!” Alyce objected.
“I guess you have to,” Dustin admitted. “But it won’t be long. We’ll call when we find a way to help you.”
“I’ll keep Leah’s cell phone close,” I promised. We got in the car and I dropped them back at school.
The Montgomery house was quiet when I stepped through the door. I smelled something coming from the kitchen and guessed Luis was busy cooking dinner. Otherwise, no one was around.
Shrugging, I went upstairs and tackled the computer again.
I managed to get into some of the programs this time, and found some games to play, but I still couldn’t read any of Leah’s personal email. One of the games looked cool, so I created a character and went off to slay some bad dudes.
Luis showed up a while later with a hot dish of food. “Your parents and brother haven’t returned from the lawyer yet,” he explained. “I thought you’d like to eat in your room. I’m headed to my apartment but if you need something just call on the intercom.”
I nodded, sniffing the hot covered plate appreciatively. “Thanks, Luis.”
Dinner was delicious and since no one was checking on me, I skipped my evening exercise. When I tired of game playing, I shut down the computer and watched some TV until my eyes grew heavy and I drifted off …
* * *
A dog was barking.
I opened my eyes and found myself somewhere else … with clouds rather than walls and a foggy sense of unreality. I turned my head — and there was Cola, bouncing toward me with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging.
“Cola!” I exclaimed. “And you’re happy to see me this time!”
He barked, and in my head I heard,
“I am?”
And then the scene changed. Cola was still there, but I was walking on air or bubbles or clouds. I wasn’t really sure. I knew I hadn’t died again, so this must be a dream.
I followed him from light clouds to a dark sky twinkling with endless stars. And there was Grammy Greta. I
