Somehow, I ended up in the body of Willow Ivanov, the Russian immigrant who moved in the US when she was 8. I somewhat considered her my friend despite her popularity status. Unlike the other girls who would just ignore me, Willow would usually stop by and greet me, occasionally strike up a conversation despite having a heavy accent. Anyways, one minute, I was sleeping in Mr. Frankland's science class, the next minute, I was in Algebra class.
"What the..." I said before recognizing the familiar accent.
Before I knew it, everyone was going crazy. People accusing others of body theft, some were fondling themselves, and others just started attacking each other. Not wanting to join the chaos, you decided to...
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