As I walked onto the stage, the audience went completely silent, staring at me. I immediately checked my socks and my outfit. It was hard enough that Audrey and I got switched yesterday and I was still getting used to being tall and wearing pink all the time. Audrey forced me to go on stage as her because her parents were coming back from New York just to watch her on stage."They're coming for you, not me!," I shouted at the girl in my body.
"If you don't go on stage, I will go and dye your hair the most freakish blue in the entire world" said the smirking president. I sighed and knew I had to go against me for me.
In the poem<span> Fog Sandburg helps us visualize his description of the fog by using the </span>figurative language<span>of a cat tiptoeing in on tiny cat feet,.</span>
