Sarah drove her convertible up her driveway. On her way home, she had been thinking of trading in her car for a less flashy one. A nice conservative car would be adequate for her.
When she entered the house, she heard her mom. "Sarah? Is that you? Why are you home so ear ..." She stopped, dead in her tracks, when she saw her daughter. She stared at her. "Sarah, what happened to you?" She had become unattractive and geeky-looking.
"I've kind of changed. But it's for the better. I don't want to be a cheerleader anymore. And I don't want to be popular."
She couldn't believe she was hearing this from her daughter. And she began to think that perhaps this wasn't her daughter, just some geeky girl that looked a lot like her.
"Who are you? What have you done with Sarah? Is this some kind of a prank?"
"It's not a prank, Mother. I just want to live my life a little differently, that's all." She started to walk upstairs.
"Where are you going?"
"To my room. I have a lot of homework to get done."
Her mom kept staring. What had happened to her daughter?
