ammy, why did you wear my shirt to school?" I yelled angrily.
"Because you still haven't returned my jeans," she replied calmly.
"I put them on your bed!" I cried indignantly.
"No, I never got them."
"Yes you did, you rotten sister!"

That's the story of my life: a constant battle with my sister Cambria. Or at least that's how it used to be. I guess it all started the day I discovered that I was a horrible cook. But that's not my fault! Anyways, here's how the story goes.

It was Mom's birthday, and Cambria was going to make her supper using a recipe she got from her cooking class. She said she would let me help out, since I had forgotten to buy a present. It was my job to make the cornbread and wash the dishes afterward. While I was putting the flour in, I accidentally knocked the bag down. That did NOT go over well, but since it was for Mom, Cammy still let me help as long as I cleaned up the mess of flour.

About twenty minutes later, Mom's supper was almost ready. I had set the table, and Cammy had put out the drink. She was putting the steak and pasta on the plate when I opened the oven to take out the cornbread. When I saw the mess I made, I closed the door hastily. This would be the last straw.
"Where's the cornbread?" asked Cammy, setting the plate gently on the table.
"Um... it's not ready yet," I replied, crossing my fingers behind my back.
"It must be by now," she argued.
"Nope. You don't smell it, do you?" I pointed out.
"Let me have a look," she answered doubtfully. She opened the oven door. I closed my eyes, preparing for a storm.

"Hannah!" she shrieked. "How could you let this happen? The oven is dirty, and Mom won't have any cornbread!"
"It doesn't look that bad," I lied, peering innto the oven. "We could still give Mom a slice."
"Oh, really?" she answered furiously. "Then I guess you'll be the one to explain why the cornbread is HALF LIQUID!"
"No, it's just a little mushy, that's all," I said. I prayed silently, asking God to forgive me for all these lies.
"How did you manage to get the stuff to only cook half way AND get it all over the oven?" raged my sister.
"Only God knows," I replied with a false innocent smile.
"I wished you weren't so stupid!" complained Cambria. "Then Mom's birthday would be perfect!"
"Well, I wish you weren't so demanding. Then I wouldn't have been under pressure, and maybe I wouldn't have messed up!"

I went to bed crying that night. My jerk sister had told Mom about me forgetting a present, and messing up the bread. Mom had given me a hug and told me that it was okay. But I don't buy that. So I cried myself to sleep.

"Cammy, wake up," my mother said, shaking me gently. When I opened my eyes, she kissed me on the forehead and left the room.
I groaned sleepily, giving a big dramatic yawn, and got up out of bed. Then I paused. Wait. Did she just call me Cammy?
I blinked a couple times before deciding to just forget it and get dressed.I walked over to my closet and... wait... where was my closet?! I looked around, bewildered, and realized that I was in Cambria's room. No wonder Mom had called me Cammy. But where was my sister?
I trudged into the hall groggily to find my sister. As I walked by Cammy's mirror, I had a strange feeling that something about it was... different. I tucked my blond hair behind my ears and ignored it. Blond hair? I HAVE BROWN HAIR! I raced back to the mirror to see if I was imagining things. I think my heart stopped. I was Cambria.

I took a deep breath and convinced myself for a moment that I was dreaming. That could be it, but people don't know that they're dreaming when they're dreaming!
Okay, so someone was pulling a prank on me. Um... my hair... was a wig! And... my eyes were colored contacts! Yeah, that's it. I went to take one contact out. I wonder what I would look like with one green eye and one brown eye? But as I went to take out the contact out, I poked myself in the eye, nearly blinding myself. I tugged at the blond hair flowing from my scalp. Ouch! There were no colored contacts, nor was there a wig.
Uh-oh. I really was Cammy.

I paced up and down in Cammy's "my" room, trying to figure out what to do. The whole situation reminds me a lot of the movie "Freaky Friday". How did they switch back? I couldn't remember. Maybe Cammy knew. Lost in thought, I kept trying to think of a solution. My stream of thoughts was interrupted by a soft yelp from my room. Obviously, Cammy had found out about the switch.

Cammy and I decided to just be each other for the day until we figured out how to switch back. Definitely easier said than done.

"Hi, Cammy," I heard a voice behind me. I spun around to see Lisa Barry. In my opinion, Lisa was a total geek, but she was Cammy's friend, so...
"Um... hey," I greeted her awkwardly. I guess I wasn't used to being called by my sister's name.
"Is something wrong?" asked Lisa with concern in her voice. "You seem sort of distracted."
I had to think fast. "Well... it's my sister. It was Mom's birthday yesterday, and we were going to make her a birthday dinner. She really messed up on the cornbread, and I think I was too hard on her."
I really made it sound convincing. After all, it wasn't like I could tell her the truth.

"Oh, yeah," I would say. "I'm distracted because I'm Hannah. Cambria and I swiitched places last night while I was sleeping." I would probably have no chance of switching back if I was in a mental institution.
"Oh," she replied, nodding slowly, as if swallowing down all the information. "I know how you feel. I'm too harsh with my brother sometimes, too. They just seem so stupid, though, right?"
"Yeah," I murmured. My mind was concentrating on what she had said. The wishes! That's what had gotten us here!

"I need to go see Cammy! I mean Hannah!" I burst out, interrupting Lisa's sermon.
"Um... okay. But why?" she asked, a puzzled expression on her freckled face.
"She has my... um... lipstick! Sorry, I've gotta go!"

I explained to Cambria about the wishes, and how we could switch back. So, we tried it.
"I wish that Cambria was smarter," I recited.
"And I wish that Hannah wasn't so demanding," added Cammy.
We waited for a moment, but nothing happened. I took a piece of my hair in my hand and examined it. It was still blond. The wishes didn't work!
I sighed dramatically and apologized for wasting Cammy's time before heading back to my classroom.

English went well. There were no tests or anything. We had to write a rhyming poem. I discovered that I'm pretty good with words if I try to be. I normally wouldn't have put as much effort into it, but I was Cammy, and I had to work at it to live up to her standards. I think I like poetry.
Next was band. That was okay because I faked playing Cammy's flute the whole time. The teacher never even noticed.
After band was social studies. We watched a video about the Crusades. While watching the video, we had to take a test. Normally I would've fallen asleep, but I paid attention to the video and got an A+ on the test. An A+ for Hannah. Who would've thought?

Finally, it was lunch break. That meant that there were three and a half hours left of school. I sat with Lisa and her friend Ashlyn. We talked for a long time. I guess they aren't really geeks after all.
The first class after lunch was science. We were split into groups to draw a land biome. Our group had to draw a tiaga, or a boreal forest. A tiaga is like Canada, a cold place with all coniferous trees, like Christmas trees and stuff. I'm not that great an artist, but I did alright. Did you know that a tiaga is the coldest land biome besides the tundra?
Next was math. That could have gone more smoothly. We had to do a worksheet, and I totally didn't get it.
"Ashlyn, what's a radius?" I asked.
Ashlyn laughed. "Hmmm... I don't think I know," she replied sarcastically.
So, I just guessed on the first half of the sheet.
The next class was the worst class of the day. I swear, I will never be a chef.
We were making cookies. Just simple peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. I mixed and measured everything okay. I didn't burn it or anything. But despite my cautions, I still managed to mess things up.
"Mmmm, it smells good," breathed Tasha, my cooking buddy. "Let's take them out."
When I opened the oven door, I stood there, frozen, paralyzed with shock. The cookie sheet wasn't even visible. It was covered in one giant, square-shaped cookie. Globs of dough had fallen off the sheet and onto the bottom of the over like oversized rain drops.
"You probably put the cookie dough balls too close together," remarked Tasha. "We'll just have to clean the oven and eat our creation like a cookie bar."
So, we spent the next fifteen minutes of class scraping bits of the cookie off the bottom of the oven. I bet it was the first day Cambria had ever made a mistake.
The rest of the day was fine. There was no more work to do, since it was Study Hall and we had no homework.

When Cammy and I got home, Mom and Dad hadn't arrived yet. That gave us a chance to talk.
"So, how did my day go?" I asked with a wide grin.
"Very good, if I may say so myself. I think I should be an actress," she commented, followed by a short laugh.
"Um... okay, listen. I'm sorry for being so bossy to you," Cammy said awkwardly. "Everyone makes mistakes. If I wasn't so pushy in the first place, you'd probably make less mistakes anyways."
"Well, I'm sorry I acted so dumb," I confessed. "I'm really every bit as smart as you are. If I didn't slack off so much, I'd probably have your grades, too."
She smiled and gave me a hug. When I wrapped my arms around her, I felt a cold sensation dart down my spine. I looked at my sister, then looked at my hair and realized...
"Hey, I'm Hannah!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Hey, I'm your mother!" said Mom with a bright smile as she walked through the door.

"Mom, you have no idea," Cammy and I chorused.
So, now I'm back to normal. I AM glad to be me, but the switch did a lot for Cambria and me both. I'm getting A's and B's in every subject. Cammy is at a friend's house enjoying herself tonight, rather than sitting at a desk, bent over her books, a slave to the pop quizes that may attack at any time. Plus, those peanut butter chocolate chip cookie bare were great!