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For Meredith and Connor

At least your middle-school years were not
this
crazy

ONE

When Jordan Skidmore came down the stairs that morning, he didn't expect to see a strange kid sitting in his family's living room.

He
really
didn't expect to see a strange kid who looked exactly like Jordan himself.

Jordan instantly forgot that he'd been running downstairs to tell his sister, Katherine, that he had dibs on the biggest TV in the house. He forgot that, until a moment earlier, he'd been happy to be staying home sick from school, and to have nothing ahead of him all day except taking it easy.

He skidded to a stop on the wooden floor. “Who—who are you?” he blurted.

It felt like a stupid question. Jordan might as well have skipped ahead to
What evil scientist stole my DNA and secretly
cloned me?
That was how much he and the other kid looked alike. The other kid had Jordan's exact same shade of light brown hair, the exact same shape and shade of dark blue eyes, even the exact same stupid chin dimple, positioned just enough off center to make his whole face look slightly askew.

No, wait—that kid's dimple is a little to the right, and mine's a little to the left,
Jordan thought.

Which meant that looking at this kid was like looking into a mirror. Only this was a mirror image that could sit while Jordan was standing; he could shove back his messy hair while Jordan let both arms dangle uselessly—and he could raise his eyebrows and blink even as Jordan felt his own face stuck in a mask of shocked astonishment.

And it was a mirror image that could wear totally different clothes. Jordan had on a basketball camp T-shirt and gray sweatpants. This kid was wearing the nerdiest clothes ever: a sweater vest and short pants that buttoned at his knees and the same kind of stiff, ugly shoes Jordan's dad wore to work.

Jordan also noticed that this mirror-image kid didn't answer. But Katherine did. For the first time Jordan realized that his sister was sprawled on the floor by the other kid's feet.

“Jordan, Jonah—the two of you have
got
to stop acting like the other one doesn't exist!” she said.

Huh?
Jordan thought.

Katherine was Jordan's younger sister, eleven years old to Jordan's thirteen. Still, she usually acted like it was her job to boss him around. Usually Jordan just ignored her. But what was she even talking about now?

“You're exactly alike!” Katherine went on lecturing him. And . . . was she lecturing the other boy too? Did
she
know who he was and why he looked so much like Jordan? “You're practically the same person!
That's
why you're not getting along!”

Jordan got the “exactly alike” part. But the rest of it made no sense. How could he and this other kid have ever gotten along or not gotten along—or acted like the other person did or did not exist—when they'd never seen each other before in their lives?

Jordan saw something like understanding slide over the other boy's face. Did
he
know what Katherine meant?

Is this just some really, really good prank?
Jordan wondered.
And the other boy's in on it?

The truth was, Jordan was more likely to try to prank Katherine than the other way around. And even if this was a Katherine prank, how could she have made someone look so much like Jordan? Even the best Hollywood makeup artist couldn't do that, not even with makeup and a prosthetic nose and chin.

This kid wasn't wearing makeup. His nose and chin looked as real as the nose and chin on Jordan's own face.

So, then . . .
Jordan scrambled for other explanations that didn't involve impossible pranks or evil scientists and secret cloning.

Something truly awful occurred to him.

Jordan was adopted. He'd never known anything about his birth family. Though he never bothered thinking about it much, it was possible that dozens of people out there in the world looked like him. He might have all sorts of blood relatives—brothers, sisters, cousins, even—that he'd never met.

Brothers and cousins wouldn't look
exactly
like me,
Jordan argued with himself.
Sisters definitely wouldn't.

But the idea that this kid might have something to do with Jordan's adoption made him feel even more unsettled. His mind blanked out for a moment. He barely noticed Katherine and the strange kid—Jonah? Was his name Jonah?—snapping their heads to the left, to gaze out the front window toward the driveway. He barely noticed the sound of a strange car speeding into the driveway and slamming on the brakes with such a screech that the car must have just barely missed smashing into the garage.

So it was even more of a jolt when the front door beside Jordan swung open and banged against the wall.
He turned just in time to see three strange kids sweep in through the door. They all looked to be about thirteen too. Two were girls and one was a boy; one of the girls was super tall.

“I thought—I thought you were going to change back,” strange mirror-image boy stammered behind Jordan.

Jordan was kind of relieved to hear the other boy sounding shocked too. But was he talking about changing clothes? These kids' clothes looked normal: T-shirts and jeans like anyone would wear.

Except . . . is that one of
my
shirts the boy is wearing? And one of Katherine's shirts the shorter girl is wearing?
Jordan wondered.

“We couldn't wait,” the shorter girl said breathlessly. Her voice sounded kind of familiar, but Jordan couldn't figure out why. “We had to make sure all three of you were safe first. Oh, Jonah . . . Jordan . . . Katherine . . .”

How does she know me and Katherine?
Jordan wondered.
And—does this prove mirror-image boy is named Jonah?

“We were so afraid we'd lose all three of you forever,” stolen-shirt boy wailed behind her.

Why would some kid Jordan had never seen before worry about losing Jordan and Katherine?

And does nobody else notice that this Jonah kid looks just like me?
Jordan wondered.

Before he could ask any of these questions out loud,
the shorter girl slammed into him, with stolen-shirt boy hitting him a split second later. It wasn't a tackle. It was more like a running hug. The two of them pulled Jordan along, dragging him toward Katherine and Jonah. The kids yanked Katherine up from the floor and Jonah up from the chair into some weird group hug. Jordan didn't even know any of these people except Katherine—and he and she had stopped hugging each other about the time Katherine started kindergarten.

Mom and Dad would probably like us to keep doing Skidmore family hugs all the time, but . . . ugh,
Jordan thought.
Not going to happen.

Maybe Katherine was thinking along the same lines, because as the two running huggers crushed them all closer together, she began stuttering, “M-mom? D-dad?”

Sarcasm,
Jordan thought.
Way to call those two out on how weird they're being. They're acting like parents!

But Katherine's face looked deadly serious. And worried.

She was such a drama queen.

“What happened to you?” she asked the newly arrived trio of strange kids. “I mean, I can
see
what happened to you—you're, like, kids. But why? Or—did you travel from the past? How much did Jonah mess up time after I left?”

“I didn't mess up time!” Jonah protested hotly. “I fixed it!”

“Katherine, it's true,” the taller girl said, hovering behind the weirdo group-hug scene. “You missed a lot. Jonah saved everyone.”

Jordan grimaced. None of this made sense.
Travel from the past? Messed-up time? Huh?
But he felt something like a stab of jealousy. Had Jordan ever accomplished anything that made people say
his
name with such reverence and pride?

Short answer: No,
Jordan thought. His parents were the type who made a big deal when he got good grades or scored a soccer goal or did some Boy Scout service project. But even they would never say that Jordan had “saved everyone.”

Somehow this made Jordan feel even weirder about the fact that identical-boy Jonah had his arm wrapped around Jordan's right side, even as Katherine hugged him from the left. Jordan jerked back, breaking everyone's hold on him.

“I don't know what any of you are talking about,” Jordan said, and it annoyed him that his voice came out squeaky and childish instead of strong and forceful. “But Katherine, you're going to get in trouble for inviting all these people over when we're both home sick.”

He sounded like a five-year-old threatening to tattle.

The short girl wearing Katherine's clothes reached for
Jordan again. “Oh, honey,” she said, patting his shoulder. “I can see where this would feel very strange to you.”

Her voice
was
familiar. So was the way she was patting his shoulder.

It was exactly what his mother would say and do.

Jordan stared into this strange girl's face. And now that he was focused, he recognized her. This girl looked exactly like his mother did in old pictures—the ones from thirty years ago, when she was a teenager.

Jordan shifted his gaze to stolen-shirt boy's face, and it matched Jordan's memory of his father's old pictures too.

How could these two kids who were standing in Jordan's own living room right now, in the twenty-first century, look so much like pictures from the past?

Jordan could think of only one explanation.

Because suddenly he saw the real reason Katherine had stammered,
M-mom? D-dad?
She wasn't being sarcastic. Just stunned. These really were his and Katherine's parents. Only somehow they'd turned back into kids again.

Jordan collapsed to the floor.

TWO

“Jordan? Jordan?”

Katherine's voice seemed to come at him from a million miles away. Jordan felt like he was surfacing in a pool after a really deep dive—or maybe like he was coming to after passing out.

“I didn't . . . faint,” he murmured defensively. “Don't tell anyone . . . I blacked out . . . like a wuss. It's just because . . . I'm sick. I have a fever. Mom gave me cold medicine this morning . . .”

Jordan could barely squeeze out the word “Mom.” But talking about the medicine gave him an idea.

“Can cold medicine . . . make someone hallucinate?” he asked.

He liked this explanation. Probably he'd just had a weird medicine-induced hallucination—that was all.

Thinking that gave him the courage to open his eyelids just a crack, just enough to see Katherine hovering over him, her blond ponytail dangling down toward his face. He braced himself for her to make fun of him, as usual. But she seemed to be squinting at him with a look of concern.

“Did you hit your head or anything, falling?” she asked.

Since when would Katherine care?
Jordan wondered.

“I'm fine,” Jordan lied, struggling to prove it by sitting up. But his vision swung out of focus again, and the best he could do was prop himself up on his elbows.

“It's okay,” Katherine said, sounding much kinder than Jordan would have expected. The type of response he was used to would have been more like
Don't you ever dare do anything like that at school! You'd embarrass me!

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