At school,

"Have you seen Joanne or Sultana ever since? I haven't. I called Sultana but she didn't pick up. I also called Joanne but she was speaking like she was crazy."said a girl named Tiana. She was shouting to the whole class.

"Well, no."a boy said.

Another boy rushed into the classroom.

"I saw big news on a newspaper. It said.'RICH MAN'S DAUGHTER IN COMA' I ignored my wild thoughts of the girl being Sultana but what d'ya think?

SULTANA'S POV
I went to church on a Sunday and the pastor was praying. I was like 'Duh! Won't he pray.' but, deep down, something felt wrong. So wrong.

I took my seat beside a girl that looked a few years younger than fifteen. She looked at me in shock, like I had just done something impossible.

Then, she pinched herself.
That was kinda weird.

She dragged me out of the church.

"Why did  you...?"

"Joanne, you?! You, came."

"I mean, I'm here. Duh! What's wrong with that?"

"You, came to church?"

"DUH!!! Please, enough with this. Why did you take me outside?"

"Oh, nothing. I guess you have had some sort of memory loss or you have been brain washed or something. Maybe I should show you this."the girl said, holding her phone up and showing me a video of Joanne (but I'm Joanne now. So technically, it was a video of me.)

I looked closely and I saw Joanne aka me as of now. I was dancing with John. Then, a pastor came to me and was preaching to me. I saw Joanne (me) lift her hand and slapped the pastor and said: "I will never, ever come to church."

"WHAT?!!"

"I'm just surprised you're here."

"I need to change back to the real me but for now, I gotta clear my name and apologize to the pastor I slapped"
I went back into the church and I received the shock of my life. I saw John at the podium. He was preaching. When I entered, I noticed that he became uncomfortable.

Still, if he was dancing with me, why was he preaching?
Didn't others see him?
I thought and thought and thought until my head started spinning. After the church service, I went to the Pastor's office and I knocked after a receptionist told me to.

A tired 'Yes?' came from inside and an 'I'm coming' by a lady's voice. I heard some muffled footsteps coming towards the door. It was a woman who looked like she had not slept for days.

"Hey, love, someone wants to talk to you sir."she said looking back at her husband who was the pastor. The pastor I slapped.
"You may come in dear."she said opening the door and stepping out so we could be alone in the office.

"Good afternoon sir."

"Good afternoon to you too. You look familiar."he said with a smile."You're a good girl now."

"Sir, I can explain. I........"

"Don't worry child. No offense taken. I just have a question for you. Why did you bewitch my son?"

"I didn't." I said with tears clouding my eyes.

Then, John barged into the room. He saw me then he froze.

"My boy, you are welcome. Take a drink from the fridge and please excuse us "

John hesitated but did as he was told and left.

"Why did you bewitch my son?" His voice becoming louder and making me feel insecure.

"God, help me please. Please help me. I don't understand what is going on now. I don't have anything to do with this. Faires aren't real. How did one switch me? God, you didn't create me this way. Help me and take me back to my real self."

Then, this happened.
John came back. He went on his knees and started to confess that he bewitched me (Joanne) and initiated me into an occult.

"You gotta be kidding me. " the pastor said looking at his son. He stood up from the chair he was sitting on and went to raise his son to his feet and said it again.

"You gotta be kidding me."