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worse, Zane could barely make eye contact.
    Ms. Pitt handed me her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird .I flipped open the book and it almost magically—and I don’t use terms like “magically” unless I mean it—stopped on page 138. At least it seriously felt like the book willed itself to stop in a certain spot. My eyes found a passage that seemed to leap off the page. You know in movies when the camera wants to direct your attention to something in particular, so there’s almost like a little spotlight on the item in question? Well, it was sort of like that. Not that I saw an actual light from Moses on the hill or anything, it was more like it was a…feeling. Or something.
    â€œThis quote is from Atticus, the father.” I cleared my throat. “‘You, uh, never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view—’” Deep breath.
    â€œI wanna understand your sister’s point of view!” some meathead moron blurted from the back of the room. “Tatum Fox is HOT!”
    Someone howled.
    With that, I dropped my book. It was all too much. Why oh why couldn’t a hole appear in the floor and I could just dive right in and disappear forever?
    I tried to finish the quote and look strong. “‘Until you…until…’”
    Ms. Pitt did try to come to my aid and help me along. She bent down, picked up my dropped book, and said,“‘—until you climb into—’”
    And together, Ms. Pitt and I finished the quote aloud: “‘…his skin and walk around in it.’”
    What happened next sounds made up but I swear it is completely true.
    The clock minute hand snapped back one minute.
    The lights flickered.
    I felt a jolt.
    It seemed as if the world had been tipped off its axis and was settling back into its usual holding pattern.
    Ms. Pitt and I just stood there, uncertain what had just happened. And what had happened again exactly?
    â€œNo way! Did the clock totally just snap back and the lights go postal or am I completely hallucinating here?” I exclaimed.
    And then everything gets even weirder. Because while I, Hadley Fox, had asked that question, what I heard was Ms. Pitt’s voice!
    When I turned around, trying to gain just a smidge of clarity or sanity or anything to cling to, I realized I was standing next to—get this— me ! NEXT TO HADLEY! Panicked, I looked down at myself, and that was a shock, let me tell you. Because I would NEVER, EVER dress like a wannabe earth mother, but it seemed I was wearing a flowy peasant skirt. I would never own a flowy peasantskirt, let alone wear one to school!
    Then I studied my hands…and they were so not my hands, they were ancient and covered with bizarre rings! Those dorky rings that are only sold in artisan shops where they sell a lot of ceramic bowls and wind chimes. There’s also almost always a cat named Sage or something ambling around the store.
    Anyway, they were Ms. Pitt’s hands! WHAT??
    Wait a second! I APPEARED TO BE—AND YOU KNOW I COULDN’T MAKE THIS UP IF I TRIED—MS. PITT! You probably think I’m crazy right about now, but don’t worry, I was thinking the same thing.
    â€œMaybe it was some sort of seismic shift…. I felt it, too,” I watched HADLEY say. Except I hadn’t said anything!
    But there “Hadley” was, wearing the same cargo pants and marginally cool T-shirt and striped hoodie I had put on this morning! Standing right there in class! It was me, but it wasn’t me. Was this some sort of molecular mix-up? Some glitch in the physics of the universe? What was happening?
    We turned to stare at each other, totally weirded out.
    â€œWhat’s going on?!” I whispered, panicky. Again, that was definitely Ms. Pitt’s voice coming out of my mouth, not mine.
    Let me say right here that from now on I’ll have to call Ms.-Pitt-inhabiting-my-body