No. THIS is more like how we met.

Wednesday. 11.30am.

All my lessons were in the afternoon which allowed me to wake up later than usual. I was in my dorm room getting ready to have lunch at the nearby McDonalds. As I stepped out, I noticed someone with a grey hoodie just a few doors down. That should be James. But he looks...different. Wasn't he taller? Regardless, I looked away and closed my door.

"They probably cost a million dollars." James' deep brash voice echoed from the left, just around the corner where the elevator was. Wait a minute. If James is all the way over there, then— I immediately turned to my left.

And that was when it happened.

My body slammed into someone. For a brief moment, I lost consciousness.

When I regained my senses, I was standing still, staring down at a familiar light blue shirt. What just happened? I slowly lifted my head back up.

And there, looking back at me, was a face I had known all my life.

My mind was still reeling, desperately trying to make sense of what had happened, when suddenly, my body pushed open my door, seized my arm, and yanked me inside my room. I stumbled forward, barely managing to keep my balance. Something about myself was...unfamiliar.

Not the one I was looking at, but the one I was currently controlling.

The realization began to crash over me like an incoming tsunami. The hair brushing against the back of my neck. The braces pressing against my teeth. The unfamiliar weight across my chest.

Piece by piece, everything was falling into place.

Who am I?