A/N: I started writing this because I really care about the characters from this book. I feel like I don't necessarily get like this, and there have only really been a few series after Harry Potter and Percy Jackson where I've felt as invested. Every Day was one of those series.

This is an interesting story because of the plot of David Levithan's book, so my disclaimer is a bit odd, but here goes: All rights to David Levithan for the plot and idea. Credit also to Levithan for the characters of A, Rhiannon, Alexander, and Nathan. Kela, Kelley, Kennedy, Lydia, and any other characters from Chicago belong to me. Katie belongs to us jointly because she actually has a story and a last name in this fanfic.

Enjoy!

When I was about eight years old, I spent a day in the body of a girl named Kelley Monroe. Of my many daily lives, she's the one I remember the most. Eight years later, I still look her up on Facebook every so often, when I can log into my own account without leaving too many traces.

The day I spent as Kelley was one of the best I've ever had in my life. She had won an award in her second-grade class for the way she always helped other students. I felt great to be able to share her special moment.

That day was influential in shaping me to be the person I was, and I decided then that my name would be Kela.

I guess this isn't going to make much sense to you, but let me explain. I've woken up in the body of a different person my whole life. I "live" on the Illinois/Wisconsin border, so I've been everywhere from Chicago to Kenosha.

I used to think I was the only one like me, but a few months ago, there was an uproar in the DC metropolis area. Apparently, a kid named Nathan had been possessed by the devil. His words, of course, not mine. With his description, and the website he had made afterwards, so many others claiming similar experiences led me to believe I wasn't alone.

Today, I've woken up in the body of James McCaughley. James is the star quarterback at a Chicago public high school; one where football is about the only thing it has going for it.

I hate it when I'm a guy, but I especially hate guys like this. You see, I'm pretty sure I'm a girl, and it's how I identify. But James McCaughley is a womanizer with a superiority complex. He's currently cheating on his girlfriend, cheer captain Jessica Stone, with Amy Harris, captain of the dance team. Some quick accessing tells me that he's headed to a party today, one that, for some reason, neither Jessica or Amy is going to.

Ever since I was Kelley, winning that award, I've tried to make the people whose lives I've been living just a little bit better. I picked up the phone and called Jeremy Lerner, the basketball star hosting the party, to tell him I couldn't make it. I was pretty sure it would be unlike James not to pick up a side chick at the party, and I figured I owed it to Jessica and Amy. Maybe I could even manage to instill some sense into him while I borrowed his body. Other than being a woman, I also defined myself as a huge feminist.

I decided to do his homework while I was at it. James' teachers would be shocked if he actually handed it in. I knew that wouldn't last long, but at least it was something.

I ran my hand through his brown, curly hair without really thinking about it. James was sweaty from football the night before. I decided to do him a favor and shower, something he rarely did. I was lucky that he didn't have siblings, and that his parents were both out of town on business, (they were managers at Target, and were at a conference in Virginia. I didn't think managers of corporations had conferences, but I guess I was wrong.) since I planned on being very uncharacteristically James-like

In my opinion, James was a really boring person. The day passed uneventfully, and I went to bed early, hoping I'd wake up tomorrow in a body and life that I'd rather be in.