As the tub was filling up with water, a thousand questions entered my head. It started making me dizzy. Then I realized that all this questioning wasnt going to do me any good. There was no way I was going to find out how or why this had happened to me, and if I did find out, the answers were more likely to come to me, rather than me go crazy trying to figure them out. And so, with my head cleared, I got in the warm tub. A rush of excitement immediately filled me. The water felt soo good. But it was so different.

How can someone go through this kind of change and not be phased by it? I have to live my whole life over again! I have to let go of all the things I loved. I wasnt ready to let go! Why? Why was a question I couldnt stop asking myself. Why did everything have to change? One day Im a popular teenage boy, people think Im funny, and I have a respectable amount of close friends. And then I go to sleep, and everything became different.

Mrs. Weeb was in total shock. She was the youth leader on this trip, but judging by the look on her face, she hadnt bargained for this. Neither had I. "Is it really you, Michael?" she finally stammered. "Yes! What more do I have to prove to you?" I had started to get pissed. Here I am stuck in this new completely different body and all anybody wanted to do was prove that I wasnt some lying orphan