Free Freaky Monday by Mary Rodgers

again.
    â€œOh, Tatum…I can’t stand to see you like this!”
    â€œI can’t stand to be like this! This…this…blubbering joke!” She looked at her sad reflection in the visor mirror. “You know, everyone thinks my life is perfect but it’s not. I’m a joke. I’m an idiot.” She said it with convincing self-loathing, and I had never heard Tatum so down before. “Everyone makes allowances for me.”
    It had never occurred to me that Tatum could feel this way.
    â€œEven Brad. We’re totally not getting along,” Tatum went on.
    â€œBRAD?! You and Brad? But Brad’s the bomb!” Brad was only the single hottest guy at high school. He was like that New England Patriots quarterback, but cuter (if that’s possible).
    Tatum gave a creeped-out look. “Anyway, I’m sure he’ll be much more likely to break up with me now that I’m junior college–bound. After all, Brad got early acceptance into Michigan…but then again, he also got a 720 on his math SATs. Unlike me who got, like, a four.”
    â€œOh, Tatum, you did not get a four.”
    â€œOkay, a five. Maybe I could train to become a valet parker. Or I could work at the mall. You know, hand out free samples of Cinnabons for the rest of my life…I’d be good at that. Ughh…I’m so pathetic.” She started to cry again and looked at her watch. She was startled. “Wait, what am I doing here? School’s not even out yet! I freaked out so much that I just bolted!”
    â€œMaybe you should come to the nurse’s office.” I knew my offer wouldn’t be welcome but it was something.
    â€œGo to the junior high nurse? Okay, now I’m really having a crisis. No…I gotta get out of here. Tell Hadley to get a ride from someone else, okay?” She sounded sketchy and wasn’t making the most sense. I saw her hands were shaking.
    â€œSeriously, Tatum, you shouldn’t be driving.”
    â€œI gotta go, gotta go, gotta go. Sorry, Ms. Pitt!” With that, she erratically drove off. I halfheartedly tried to run after her but her Accord sped off like a comet. She even drove up onto the sidewalk on the way out.
    â€œOh, boy.”
    This was big information. I had to do something to help Tatum…. I had never seen her like this and she shouldn’t be driving, it was true. But mostly I was obsessing over the fact that Tatum’s life was not perfect. And was it my imagination, or did she actually sound strangely envious…of… me ?

CHAPTER 10
    I stood there, dazed, absorbing this bizarre news.
    First, I was standing, in Ms. Pitt’s body, outside of my junior high blinking confusedly into the sun.
    Weird.
    Then, I had just heard my mythically, genetically, spectacularly beautiful sister say she was envious of ME.
    Me with the flat chest and straw hair and nonexistent social life.
    Doubly weird.
    But Tatum was also in trouble, that was clear. She was a wreck and that was putting it mildly. She should NOT be behind the wheel.
    Then I felt a hand practically strangle me from behind. I turned to see myself tackling me. Talk about a lucid nightmare.
    â€œI heard you’re being sent home early,” Hadley saidbreathlessly. “Why? Did you lose control in front of Mr. Wells?”
    â€œChill, okay?! So I had a mini-meltdown! But considering the circumstances, I think I’m entitled!” I did have a point. “Mr. Hudson volunteered to drive you home. He totally digs you, by the way.”
    I could see a bumbling Mr. Hudson out of the corner of my eye, calling, “One minute! Be there in one minute!”
    Hadley silenced the thought. “I’d never get involved with a fellow teacher.”
    â€œYou should. You’re at school most of the time, anyway,” I pointed out.
    â€œI’m going to meet Mr. Right at yoga or the health food store or…” Hadley faded off.
    There was a