Jon stared at her. She was asking him if she was still hot. "Are you serious?"
Sarah snorted again. "Yeah!"
"Sarah, you are the most self-centered person in the universe. Can't you see we have bigger problems here?"
"Maybe you do, but I'm just fine," she said. Sarah hrumphed. "I don't understand you...but maybe I will soon. I always wondered what it'd be like to be a nobody. To not have to care about what other people thought all the time. To not have to keep up with the crowd. That gets tiring. I want to let go."
"But..." Jon said.
Sarah's normally tight halter-top was loose around her chest. Her tan had faded, "This outfit doesn't fit anymore," She declared. She took a step and nearly tripped. She paused and took off her four inch heels. "And this things...I want something comfortable to wear. I want to be comfortable."
She walked around experimentally. She wasn't moving like she had before, probably because she wasn't trying to provocatively shake body parts she no longer had.
"What are your parents going to say?" Jon asked.
"It's my life, Jon," she said. "Besides, they..." She paused suddenly, and squinted at him. Her vision was getting blurry. She started to move toward him, but tripped over her discarded heels and fell to the ground.
She began to laugh.
Jon moved toward the door and began to pound on it. "Let me out of here!"
