Sarah was almost afraid to leave her room. She'd been turned into a loser. As she looked through the drawers, she couldn't find any of her own things. The room...she wasn't even sure it was the same house. If not for the fact that it had pictures of her and the things with her name on it, she'd think she'd somehow ended up in someone else's room.
Suddenly, she stood up straight. She was Sarah McMillan, Queen of the School, Head Cheerleader, the one every girl wanted to be and every boy wanted to be with. She would not be beaten.
She strode out of the room. It seemed to be and not be her house. It was less glamorous, smaller...as if it had bee changed as she had. She smelled something coming from downstairs...and followed the smell to a kitchen.
It was there she found her mother sitting, staring at the wall. Yet it wasn't her mother. Her mother had a killer figure and looked years younger than what Sarah knew to be her actual age. Susan McMillan was a model, and rarely got up before Sarah left for school.
This Susan looked her age, and while not unattractive, would no longer be sought after as a model. She was dressed in simple female business attire. She stared at Sarah, once she noticed she was there. "You too? I...I don't understand it. Everything is gone. The credit cards, my car...I checked my purse. It says I'm a secretary, for god's sake. And now my daughter...Why is this happening to me?"
Sarah stared at her. "To you? Look at me!" She said. How could her mother be so selfish, when someone had stolen her daughter's life?
