I feel at a loss as I find my way through the halls. I am glad to be away from the art teacher. I need to review my backpacks contents. I want to know what I am dealing with. I feel almost like I properly belong in this world.

"Hey Charles." I hear from behind me and I jump up slightly.

"Oh, hey." I say as I turn to face the random voice.

Thankfully this time the person greeting me looks to be wearing the same clothing style and even is my own age. This must be a friend of mine then. He is a slender male, a little bit taller than me. He has onyx like hair that shines as if he combed with lard.

"You wanna skip from lunch? Thunder Highway has a few drags happening." He says filled with excitement.

"Well, I just have to be here for art." I sigh lightly, hoping he will tell me when that is.

"Isn't that the next class for you?" He asks.

"Yeah, so, I guess I wouldnt be missing too much. We could take the T-bird." I say.

"Sounds good to me. You going to enter the races?" He asks.

"Maybe." I reply quickly, like it was natural already.

"Alright. See ya after your art class." He smirks.

Finally he turns away. I look for the mens washroom. I find the door within a few minutes. Thankfully the school is not a large one. I need to be certain that I know more of myself in this world. I enter a bathroom stall and lock it, placing my bag at my feet. I sit on the toilet and begin to rummage through my backpack.

I cant help but pull the first book I feel out of the bag. I almost can't believe it. It's an unpublished comic book. I can't imagine what I would write about. The comic's name is 'Chrysalis'. I begin to tremble a bit. On the cover is two versions of me, swapping bodies. Is it possible he knew before I did?

I open the comic and start to read the first issue. It seems he knew of us swapping our spots long before I did. He didn't want to draw or do art because he was changing his existence. Apparently this was the thing he wrote right before we switched places, as the last page says it is to be continued.

I ponder for a moment, as it took me moments to see what this comic had to say. He planned us swapping places. So, perhaps I have his power while I am here in his world. This may just be my chance to do exactly what I felt like I was meant to. Change the world with my stories.

I put the comic aside, looking for the binder he kept track of his schedule with. It seems he relied on his memory. This sucks. I leave the washroom after packing the comic away into my backpack. I sigh as I walk into the hallway. A bald man, who has a deep tan, starts to look down at me, standing nearly a whole six foot tall. I almost walked right into the guy.

"Mr. Sagan. How is your morning going?" He inquires.

"I am just getting to my-" I go to explain.

"To shop class, correct?" He cut me off.

"Yes sir." I say.

I try to take a few steps towards the way I think the shop is. He grabs my shoulder and turns me away. He huffs.

"This way, Mr. Sagan." He starts pulling me towards what I believe to be shop.

"My bad, got turned around." I say.

"Yeah yeah, just like yesterday and last Tuesday." He sounds like he is nearly growling when he speaks.

He walks me to the door of my class. He gestures for me to go in. I sigh deeply.

"I'm sorry, okay? I am having a bit of a hard time, is all." I say.

The man, I assume must be the school's principal. I know I should be on good terms with them but, it seems I am not. He seems surprised by the sincerity in my voice. I only hope this makes him consider taking it a bit easier on me.

"Just, make sure you get to your classes, alright Mr. Sagan?" He says with a pat on my shoulder.

This principal hates me already. I wonder if Ii sketched out a comic that made him like me more, if it would prove my theory about the comic I found in my backpack. I have the itching curiousity now. I know how long it will take but, it may just be worth while to try to change some of the minor details of my personal life in this world. I wonder how many rules apply to his powers. I need to go through my bedroom when I go home after school.

Is it possible for him to be a magical person in this world? I will have to find out. That only leads me to question who he really lived as while he was here and I was home. I think if I meet another who is like me, I will call this fifties earth and call the other me, fifties Charles. It may help in the long run. I wonder how common magic is in the world. I can't just go use the internet to find out though, google won't exist for fourty years yet. I could always check the library for news clippings and do research the old fashoined way i suppose, but my access to information is sure to be more limited

I walk into shop class. It feels no different then when I was home, it passes quickly as I work on what I think the other Charles was planning on using for our lovely ride. The shape looks like he was planning on adding a spoiler to our T-bird. That is cool. I kind of wish i could have met the other Charles.

I wisk around when the bell rings only to get back into the crowded halls. I see a few women standing together wearing violet colored leather jackets, similar to mine. I can't resist the smile riding upon my face. I know these girls, somehow.. I can feel it in my bones. I walk towards them as I can tell the art room is only two doors away.

"Heya ladies." I say.

They look to me and smile. They all are wearing a branding I haven't seen before. I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Heya Charlie." A male voice greets me from behind.

I turn to face the voice and before I face them a force like a bag of bricks hits me square in the jaw. my mouth has hot wetness pouring out. I spit and I see a tooth land on the floor. I face the guy.

"What the fuck man?" I ask.

"I told ya I didn't want ya near Betsy no more." He huffs.

His hair is a dirty blonde. The guy is wearing a blue leather jacket with the same logo as the ladies jckets had. Oh no. It dawns on me the other Charles must've known of this gang. I sigh deeply. I only hope I can manage a fight here, as in my old world I couldn't. I raise my hands as he swings at me again.

He has arms like cannons. Even blocking his punches with my arms feels like pickup trucks hitting me. I grunt with each strike. Then, something clicks within my mind. I grab his punch as he continues his bombardement on my body with blows of steel. I swing him over my head and onto the ground, sliding over him and feeding him punch after punch. He goes limp and passes out when i finally stop. He is still breathing thankfully.

"Charles! Get off of him!" I hear who I only can guess is Betsy.

I stand up and dust off my jacket. I feel like I have a heated shadowy presence running through body as this darkness tries to take complete control. I will not let it run me. I know the side effect Charles was battling now. He was tainted by something stronger than himself. Did he expect me to be able to fix it? Or maybe he was just running away from his problems.

"He started this. I simply ended it." I say as I move my neck and it cracks a few times audibly.

"You didn't have to brutalize him though Charles!" She slaps me with that statement.

"What, I'm not supposed to get fed up with his shit?" I say, turning my head to spit out the blood from his first punch even so.

"Well this ain't the way to get a date, Charles." Betsy says. "You could've come by after school or something at least." She adds.

"Well, what if I don't wanna hide my professions?" I jest.

"What professions?" She wears a look of shock.

"You been the sparkle in my eye for a long time, Betsy." I say and I feel genuine in saying so.

It seems to me almost as if we slowly are swapping out our memories and we will soon enough no longer remember the worlds we came from. I wonder if the other Charles expected this to happen, unless he is writing the comic still, and he has some way of having powers over in my home. I can't imagine this being possible, but, it seems as if the multiverse theory was right. Though, this universe seems to throw me in a power filled version of the nineteen fifties. Why would there be a timeline jump and universe divergence like this? If I am stuck here, I may not know until I am old and grey.

"You can't mean this Charles." She sluffs me off.

I shake my head and continue towards my art class. I know I must present something. Then it dawns on me, the comic. I'll show her the comic. I wonder with this being revealed if she will find this an interesting presentation of art. I am hoping it will be enough to catch her attention.

I wonder why this world feels out of place in ways. Yet in others it is like I belonged here all along. I stand outside of the art room door for a moment . I need to compose myself. I can't say the comic is true. They may have me put away in an insane asylum for that. I need to stay calm and explain this is all fiction.

Yeah, I can do that. I can convince her it is a dream that inspired the comic. I wonder if the class would believe that too. I could say what my life at home was like according to the 'Dream' and maybe they will appreciate the idea. How do I even go about explaining there was a cold war? How do I explain the twin towers from only fifteen years ago? I mean, it would be over fourty years from now!

Oh no, my idea is falling apart. I need to be able to explain this all. Does Russia even exist here? What about India?

There is no telling the capacity of variance in this universe. I will have to be patient and explain it as a dream. I sigh and try to calm down. I open the door to the art classsroom and the teacher is not sitting at her desk yet. I swiftly make my way to my set. I am nervous. Sweat is rolling down my face.

"Wow, look who showed up." The red haired guy in Buddy Holly style glasses faces me and is sounding rather sarcastic.

"Shut your mouth or I'll break it." I say.

The guy faces the front and stays quiet. That is honestly one thing I didn't have back in my home, influence that is. Seems like I was an intimidating guy in this world. The other me must be wondering how I survive my life at all.