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By the time I got off the bus, I had thought, damn! How can I possibly get through this situation? I didn't know these people, but I needed to live with them and talk to them. I had no idea how to speak to my parents because my father and I rarely talked, and I hoped I wouldn't screw anything up.
When I entered the house from the front gate, their front yard was like a greenhouse with plants. I didn’t even dare to count them; there were too many. I walked on the cemented pathway to the front door. The door was white. I turned the knob and entered the home I would spend time in until this swapping body was over.
Inside the house, a woman in her late 40s was preparing dinner. She must be Mysty’s mom. My heart sank when I saw her. I missed my mom!
I placed Mysty’s bag on their coff
