Maddie closed her eyes, putting her hands on her chest. She could feel it rise and fall with every breath that she took while she could feel her heart beating fast beneath her palm.
She bit her lip as she tried to make sense of everything that was happening. Yesterday she'd been a boy, then she gets a ride from a girl who claims that she grants wishes, and the next day she's a girl. As weird as it was, she was sure that Sarah had something to do with her sudden change. Still, how was she going to find her shop after school. She had no address, no phone number, and no other leads.
The rain pounded hard on her bedroom window, broken occasionally by the crack of thunder. She lay staring at the ceiling, lost in thought until she heard another knock at her door before it opened revealing the older woman who was her mother, "Are you ready?"
She turned towards her mother, "Yeah, just waiting for you."
"Alright. Make sure that you grab your art binder for Mrs. Treant to look over." Her mother said, "I'll be waiting in the car."
With that, she left the room, leaving the door open as she made her way down the hall. Maddie got to her feet and walked towards her desk. She grabbed her binder, putting it in the girly book bag, before shouldering it. She quietly made her way towards the garage, getting into the front seat of the silver minivan.
"What are you doing young lady?" Her mother said, turning towards her, "You know you aren't old enough to sit in the front yet."
Maddie quietly climbed into the back seat, and buckled herself in. How old did she have to be to sit in the front seat? She was already 18, and she'd been sitting in the front since she was 12. Well whenever George wasn't in the car or her dad. George always got first pick since he was the oldest of the three siblings.
They rode in silence for a few minutes, before her mother turned towards her, "You're being awfully quiet back there, is everything okay?"
Maddie scoffed quietly to herself. Everything was not okay! Yesterday she'd been a boy, and today she was a girl. How was that okay? Although it wasn't like she could tell her mother that since she seemed convinced that she was Maddie, and always had been. Still this might be a good chance to fish some information from her mother.
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