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JumBodies

JumBodies

ByReadWorks

This

is

the

story

of

how

I

conved

my

best

friend

I

could

jump

bodies.

The

first

time

it

happened,

I

was

sitting

in

Ms.

Perry’s

sixth

grade

English

class.

We

were

reading

a

story

about

a

man

who

had

died

but

still

believed

he

was

alive.

It

was

supposed

to

be

a

metaphor

for

something

or

other.

Ms.

Perry

was

going

on

and

on

about

the

differences

between

metaphors

and

si

and

how

to

look

for

them

in

books,

but

I

stopped

paying

attention

the

moment

I

heard

her

say,

“The

key

to

finding

a

metaphor

is….”

It

wasn’t

that

I

was

apable

of

focusing,

but

I

had

noticed

a

small

crack

in

the

window

next

to

my

desk.

The

crack

ran

the

length

of

the

window,

and

right

in

the

center,

it

splintered

into

a

giant

spider’s

web

of

shattered

glass.

I

was

wondering

how

it

had

happened.

We

were

on

the

floor,

and

it

seemed

unlikely

that

any

sixth

or

seventh

grader

could

throw

a

rock

that

high

and

actually

hit

the

window.

Afll,

we

weren’t

known

for

our

athletic

abilities

at

this

school.

I

was

thinking

about

all

of

the

various

possibilities—a

bird,

or

maybe

a

freak

accident—when

suddenly

I

was

staring

at

my

classmates

with

my

back

the

chalkboard.

“I

wonder

if

I

left

the

stove

on,”

I

heard

a

small

voice

question

from

within

my

head.

Then

I

saw

a

kitchen

with

a

black

and

white

tiled

floor.

I

saw

a

hand

reach

out

and

switch

the

oven

off.

I

didn’t

recognize

the

kitchen,

and

it

certainly

wasn’t

my

hand.

The

fingernails

were

painte