Free Freaky Monday by Mary Rodgers Page A

pregnant beat and I knew that yoga classes and health food stores probably weren’t teeming with loads of single guys for Ms. Pitt to meet.
    But I had to get back to the matter at hand. Or, matters at hand, actually. “Look, something’s come up. I know my sister, Tatum, is a favorite student of yours and the rest of the civilized world, let’s be honest. Anyway, she was just here and she’s really freaking out. I’ve never ever seen her like that.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œShe didn’t get into Colorado State. It was her last choice and she was a wreck, having an early existential crisis. She practically crashed her car when she drove off—”
    â€œCrashed her car?!”
    â€œI know, that’s why we have to help her. She could hurt someone or herself. We need to team up to help Tatum.”
    Hadley just nodded solemnly and I knew we were committed. We may have had zero idea how to help ourselves and get unswitched, but we could unite to aid Tatum.
    Mr. Hudson ran up, completely red in the face. “My Chevy Malibu won’t start.” He looked down, humiliated. “As if driving a Chevy Malibu isn’t embarrassing enough.”
    Hadley really laughed at that one and I was pleased—it was about time Ms. Pitt woke up to the possibility of Mr. Hudson. He was what my grandma would call a “good egg.”
    That’s when the thought hit me! I’m in Ms. Pitt’s body, and she’s easily mid-thirties and has been driving for years—
    Hadley didn’t see it coming.
    I reached into Ms. Pitt’s purse and yanked out her keys, bolting for her car, a funky little Prius. It hummedto life (literally—those hybrids are so quiet it’s almost unnerving) and I put the pedal to the metal (and for the record, hybrids can move). I tore up and screeched to a halt in front of a horrified Hadley and Mr. Hudson. My face hurt I was smiling so huge.
    I was driving !!!
    â€œYou can’t drive! Get out now !” Hadley screeched.
    But I just love it when you have facts on your side. “Fine. Do you have your license, Hadley ?”
    She was caught. Mr. Hudson shook his head in general confusion, which seemed to be a theme.
    â€œMr. Hudson, you have to drive,” Hadley stammered.
    Mr. Hudson was so turned around he barely knew how to respond. “But—”
    â€œTrust me on this one. You drive.” Hadley was insistent. “Neither one of us should be behind the wheel today.”
    She had a point there. “How do you feel about a little adventure, Mr. Hudson?” I asked him with a grin and threw him the car keys.
    â€œWhy not?” Mr. Hudson smiled back at me (or should I say, smiled back at Ms. Pitt. His eyes were warm and I just knew he had it bad for her). “And it’s Randy.”
    â€œRight, right, Randy.” I could tell Mr. Hudson—or Randy—was shocked by how bold Ms. Pitt was being. He liked this attention.
    Everyone climbed into the Prius. “We have to find my sister, Tatum,” I said.
    â€œYour…sister?” Mr. Hudson asked.
    â€œI mean… my sister. She’s in trouble and we need to calm her down,” Hadley said.
    â€œBut…what about your big interview today? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” Mr. Hudson asked with concern. “Weren’t you told to—”
    â€œI can’t rest until I know Tatum’s okay,” I said with utmost sincerity.
    Mr. Hudson considered for a moment. “And that’s exactly why you’re the amazing teacher that you are,” he said, and Hadley audibly “aaahed” in response!
    â€œThat’s sweet,” Hadley offered, and Mr. Hudson smiled back.
    â€œYou just always think of everyone else before yourself, don’t you?” he said.
    I realized it was probably true—and it was also why she couldn’t wake up to the fact that this great guy was vying for her