CHAPTER 3
“Wow, that’s a lot.” I, Bobby Reyes, had been staring at infamous terrorist Annie Mae. I was unable to move or even blink, and I sure as heck was not going to the bathroom anytime soon. But the fact remained. This was his body; his eyes, his hands. I wanted to speak, to cry out, but the sound would be his voice. Oh God, what do I do. I wanted so badly to tell them I was Raven; her soul MY soul, riding around in his body. But my family would likely think I was insane at best. And at worst, dangerous.
“Hey, trailer park Jesus.” Annie snapped her fingers in my face. “Earth to Bobby Reyes, you good?” Her tone was comically ‘bro-like,’ as if she and I had just awoken from a night of partying. You know, as opposed to fleeing for our lives with a toddler in tow.
I blinked my eyes, ru
