Rachell Elaine Jackson

I...Am...You! Rachell Elaine Jackson

When I looked at her face, she seemed just as surprised as I was. Because sitting next to me in the mall was . . . me!"Same bright red hair, same denim shorts with holes in them, same blue top. Same worn out sandals. She even had my voice. Or I had her voice. Whichever. They sounded the same. But the strangest thing was that I could see through her! Really weird. She suggested that I run for Prom Queen at the end of the school year. Not interested. She insisted. I'm Holly. I think of her as the "Other Me." I asked, "Who are you?" "I...am...you!" she responded. Wow! I had to think about that!