She wasn't even in her bedroom anymore. Instead, she was in a much smaller bedroom.
It was clean, but it was certainly not any place she'd be caught dead in. The shelves were full of books and toys. There was a large full sized computer and a variety of technology all about. It looked like it belonged to some sort of nerd.
"Sarah...breakfast," a voice called from downstairs. It sounded like it could be her mother, but she wasn't quite sure. It seemed unlikely though. It was way too early for her mother to be up unless she had a photo shoot. Her mother also didn't eat breakfast, much less suggest that Sarah did.
She looked around, and found a mirror in the corner. She looked the same, but was wearing an oversized t-shirt to bed, as opposed to her normal nightgown. Her hair was a mess, but she found a brush to put it into some sort of order. It seemed to be uncooperative today.
"Sarah!!" the voice called again.
Sarah decided she'd better find out what was going on. Maybe the person calling her could tell her.
