The alarm clock vibrated and rung with authority, screaming at me to get up and start my day. I woke up and started brewing my usual coffee, it’s the only thing keeping me awake. I put on my suit and started thinking, “Something isn’t right” I said to myself. I didn’t think much about it, until I looked in the mirror and saw that I was not myself, but instead my middle school P.E. teacher. I dropped my donut that I had grabbed, and nearly passed out. “How did this happen? Why couldn’t I just become Chris Pratt instead? At least I’d be rich!” I had said to myself, still trying not to pass out. I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched myself. Spoilers, it didn’t work. It was real, indeed. I tried to think of a reason why this happened, but I still had my 13…show more content… I thought seventh graders were bad, but the sixth graders at ten times worse! They are the worst kids I’ve ever seen! It was nice though getting a nice lunch of Subway on a school day. When it was sixth period, I saw all my normal classmates, and then I saw me. I had realized that we had switched bodies somehow. It was weird noticing myself from a third-person view, as I had never really saw myself like that. I tried to think of how to switch our bodies back, and I had came to a conclusion. We would try to do a high five, or a fist bump, and maybe it would somehow switch us back. Surprisingly, it did. I was finally not a teacher, and I could instead be a seventh grader instead. We played kickball for the period and then we finished seventh period and went home. When I arrived at home, I just sat there for a second and thought about how that even happened. I never figured out why that happened, but I did realize that being a kid is definitely better than being an adult, and decided that from that moment on, I would cherish my remaining time of my childhood. I wouldn’t rush things, and I would enjoy life, and celebrate not being an
