This choice: Abigail Price, the 18 year old goth girl who lives across the street • Go Back... "Oh ... hi, Abigail," Evan replied, attempting to be friendly. Abigail was nice enough, but she was a bit strange. He didn't dislike her or anything, but their interactions were always a bit awkward. His goth girl neighbor was sitting on her porch sipping what looked to be a cup of tea.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school right now?" Abigail asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," Evan replied.
"Fair enough," Abigail replied. "I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to take the day off. It's not like my parents were around to tell me not to."
"Same here," Evan said. "Well, the not feeling well part. Killer headache." He motioned to his head.
Abigail flashed a slight smile. "Care to join me for some tea?" she asked. "It might help with that."
"I'm good, thanks," Evan replied. He was about to continue on his walk, but then he reconsidered when something occurred to him. "On second thought, I do want to talk to you about something, though."
"Oh?" Abigail asked, clearly intrigued. It wasn't every day that Evan went out of his way to talk to her about anything.
"Well, something weird happened and, of everyone I know, you're probably the most likely to believe me."
Abigail laughed as Evan walked up to her porch. "That's probably true. So, what happened?"
"Well, I had this weird dream last night ... In the dream I was given the ability to swap anything between myself and a willing individual ... like body parts and stuff. When I woke up, I had that killer headache I mentioned, plus all my energy felt like it had been drained away. That's why I stayed home, but ... that's also why I think that I might actually have this power now."
"You're right," Abigail said. "I don't think anyone else would believe you, but I do. Have you tried to use this power yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, how about we try it out?" Abigail stood up, and motioned for Evan to follow her inside. "Come on in."
"Okay, what should we try swapping?" Evan asked once they were indoors.
"Hmm," Abigail said, seeming to think it over. After a good while, she said ...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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