Lindsey Gifford, a student at your school

"... The body of a young girl by the name of..." Doctor Saunders paused as to take a moment to look for the name of the body used.

As Doctor Saunders shuffled through the papers upon his clipboard, you were on the edge of your seat, and found it hard to wait. Finally, Saunders spoke out.

"...Lindsey Gifford." He finished blankly. Upon hearing the name of the body which your mother now occupied, you darn near dropped where you stood. You managed to catch yourself mid-fall, causing it only to be a stumble.

"Are you alright there, Tim?" Doctor Kerry asked, already leaning in closer to you to assist if need be.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. But..."

"Yes, Tim?" Doctor Saunders asked concernedly.

Before answering you found that something inside you had broken, snapped. The news you've just heard was news indeed. "...But... Did you have to use Lindsey Gifford's body?!?!" You snapped.

"I mean... Seriously?! Of all the bodies my mother can occupy, it had to be hers?!?! Jesus!"

"Hey!" Doctor Kerry interjected.

"We didn't have a whole lot of bodies from which to choose! Ms. Giffords was the most viable among our choices! Ms. Gifford had the least injuries and was the most healthy among our choices!"

"Yes, Tim! And please realize that we had to act very, very fast. In that, we simply chose the most viable body and went to work..." Doctor Saunders justified.

"But... Her body?!" You snapped again.

"C'mon, Son!" Doctor Kerry roughly said. "Does the body really matter?! Given your reaction to the body used, clearly you and Ms. Gifford were not on the best of terms! But, please forget about the body!"

"Yes, Tim. To be quite frank, your mother should be dead. But, your mother isn't. Only her body is. Please, be grateful that your mother is alive. And, think about this. Mr. and Mrs. Gifford no longer have a daughter..."

All these things were true. You did have beef with Lindsey Gifford, and you really should be thankful that your mother still has her life. Though Lindsey's parents were kind of asses, they, in fact, nobody, deserves not to lose their child.

And, all else that the Doctors speculated was true. You did have beef with Lindsey. She had been your personal bully since preschool. Her bullying method was all too stereotypical. She stole money, stole belongings, looked off of your paper on tests, called you various names, and, sometimes, just plain beat the crap out of you. Though, you could hardly fight back. Because, though she was a bully, she was a female. You had a policy. No physical **** on women. And, though it pained you, you stuck to it in Gifford's case.

The bad part about your beef with Lindsey was in her personality. She was rich, and she made sure everyone around her was well aware of such. You found it quite obnoxious. Though, you, and a select other two, were the few who disliked her. The few to dislike her were yourself, for obvious reasons, your best friend, Randall for the same reasons you did. And, the third and final person to dislike her was your girlfriend, Allison Lowry.

Allison, actually despised her for two simple reasons. Because she was a bully to you, her boyfriend, and one other defining reason. Back in middle school, Lindsey took a short, very short, hiatus from her bullying ways, Why? Because she needed a date. In that, you almost became not her victim, but her boyfriend. You made it known that you were not interested in her, but Lindsey still kept trying to get to you, even despite the bullying and the fact that you were already dating Allison. Allison, to quote, says she tried to 'steal' you. Allison took it very personally.

Despite the aforementioned reasons, Lindsey was very well liked, even considered popular. Hell, even the teachers liked her, surely only because of bribes.

Though you disliked Lindsey, strongly, she was definitely a looker, with looks that matched not her personality. She looked awesome. She stood at about 5'4" and boasted auburn hair, a mix of red and brown, but her hair leaned more towards the red side by just a smidge. Her eyes were a caramel colored brown, and, she always wore just the right amount of makeup. Typically, she'd always dress femininely. Always a dress or a skirt, or even short-shorts. Concerning footwear, it was always flats or heels, or things of the like. You had no idea if Lindsey even owned a pair of jeans, or even a pair of tennis shoes. If she did, she ill wore them. Generally, she was pretty attractive.

But her personality was not so much. She was a bully, snobby and, quite frankly, an ass. But, regardless of her sour disposition, people still loved her. To think that your angelic mother, Jennifer Connors, a woman whom you knew to be sweet, warm, kind, motherly, supportive, and honest had ended up in the body of Lindsey Giiford, an ass to the highest degree... This, surely, was the work of irony.

"Well... May I see her? My mom? I wanna see her..." You muttered weakly, still in thought.

Doctor Kerry and Saunders looked at each other for but a fragment of a moment and nodded.

"Well, we weren't going to allow anyone in her room for awhile..." Doctor Saunders said.

"... But, we'll go ahead and allow you in." Doctor Kerry finished.

Not taking a moment to wait, you rushed in to the room of your mother.

"Don't rush it! You may wake her!" Doctor Saunders called, following you in.

By the time Doctors' Kerry and Saunders walked in, they found you already at her side, watching her sleep.

You simply watched the girl on the bed sleep, and found it strange to know that your mom was in there.

"So... I have to ask, how did you guys do it? Is it even legal?" You asked, looking to the two doctors, whom currently leaned against the wall.

"Lots of work... Lots." Saunders answered.

"And, we'll talk about legality, later..." Kerry answered, quickly brushing the delicate topic aside.

You looked back to Lindsey's body and continued to watch her intently. After what seemed like hours, she stirred. She began to groan as one would do upon awakening from slumber. She opened her eyes rather slowly and, upon doing so, continued to breath heavily and scanned the room, looking around, quite confusedly.

You gave her a look in the eyes and said softly. "Hi..."

She continued to look about, very confusedly and finally looked to you and asked gently "Where... Wh-where am I?"

Conversation caused the doctors to rise from their leaned position.

"You're in the hospital. You've been in an accident."

"Oh... That would explain the discomfort..." She gently continued.

"But, please, answer me something..."

"Yeah?" She asked.

"My name is Timothy Connors. Tim Connors..." You took a brief pause. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course I do..." She answered softly.

"How do you remember me?"