It was days later that I started noticing things were getting weird. People started seeing me, or Veronica rather, in places I wasn't. People saw me at the mall when I was at home. Then it started getting bad. Veronica had whole conversations with people posing to be me. Then it happened. I came home one day from Kimmy's house, and when I entered the doorDanny came up.
"How did you get outside?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, what do I mean. You went upstairs and now you're entering the house from outside," without another word to Danny I rushed upstairs. Veronica was sitting on my bed flipping through my diary. She looked up and seeing me, smiled evilly.
"Hello Janie," she said setting the diary down. "So have you changed your mind, are you willing to switch places?"
"No, absolutely not!" I said.
"I see, listen Janie," Veronica said standing and walking over to me. "I can do this the hard way or the easy way. You can go to my house, it's not as nice as yours and the 'rents aren't nearly as nice as yours, as well as you might get pushed around and get a few bumps and bruises. But that's ol' dad for ya. Your other choice is me taking over your wonderful life by force."
"Or a third choice, you leaving and never coming back," I said, hands on hips.
"Janie, Janie, Janie," Veronica said shaking her head sadly. "I don't think you understand who is running the shots here," with that she took out a pistol from the purse next to her on my bed. She aimed it at me. Go over the the closet, inside you'll find rope. Tie up your legs together, and don't try any funny business or else." I did as I was told. When she had finished tying her legs together. I turned to Veronica, who was behind me now, when suddenly everything went black.
I woke tied up. I couldn't move a muscle. I was still in my closet, and who knows how long I would stay there. I didn't hear any voices so I assumed everyone was out. I sighed, and tried to move over to the door, but failed. I then started to cry. I was going to die in this closet!
Who knows how many hours had passed when I heard voices.
"I'll be in my room, mom!" I heard Veronica, calling my mom mom! The nerve! I heard the door to my room open and close. Then the closet door opened. I squinted at the sudden light. Veronica was there wearing something I would never wear to school. A mini-skirt, leggings, and a tube top. I hoped somebody noticed this slip-up and wondered about the real me. "So Janie, how was your nap?"
"You!" I shouted before she stuffed a rag into my mouth.
"Not so loud," she laughed. "Well I guess I'll tell you about my day. Tim asked me out, and I accepted, we have a date tonight." Tim was the star baseball player in my school, and was very cute, though he was a total jerk, him and Veronica made a perfect couple. "Kimmy and I got in a fight, so we're ex-friends now," my anger burned at that. Kimmy and I never got in fights, we had been friends practically since we were in diapers. "Oh and Matt came up to me and asked what the heck was wrong with me. 'What the heck is wrong with you' I replied. He's a pretty weird kid, if you ask me." Veronica said flipping her hair. Matt was a boy who was in my history class. He was really quiet, but sorta cute. He had never talked to me before, and now he was talking to Veronica. Weird. "So that was my day. Tell me about yours. Oh wait you can't, beside you have nothing to report do you?" Veronica laughed evilly. "Well if you promise to be a good girl, I'll bring you some food later on. Toodles," with that she closed the door once again leaving me in complete darkness.
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