Sarah dozed lightly, dreaming of earlier that month...cheerleading practice. She was leading the squad in one of their routines. They had a coach, but the coach often delegated the responsibility of running practice to the head cheerleader. She barked out commands to the squad alongside little criticisms; she wasn't known for telling them when they were doing things right. After the routine was over, she spotted Hannah walking over. What does she want? Sarah thought.
Hannah looked at her. "Why don't you just sit right over there and watch?" She said. It didn't sound cruel; it was more...friendly, like she was showing off the team to a visitor. She turned to the squad. "C'mon girls...let's do it again." She took them through the same routine, yelling encouragement as well as constructive suggestions.
The positions were all wrong too....this was not the way she had everyone organized. How was this possible—
The loud, buzzing noise of an alarm clock cut the dream short and forced Sarah to wake up from her nightmare. Why is this my alarm, she groggily wondered, her eyes still shut. Normally, she had a song as her alarm, not some shrill noise to wake up to.
She shifted around and realized that something felt off. She opened her eyes and brought her hands to her face and was met with chocolate brown skin.
Wait what? Suddenly confused, she sat up and realized she was in a completely different bedroom. It was far smaller than her own, a purple room with belongings of a typical girl, but none of them familiar to her. As she turned her head, she saw that there were mirrored closet doors taking up much of one wall, and she could see herself, or at least someone staring back at her.
That someone was not who she usually saw in the mirror.. Her skin was darker, her hair was completely different... She could see hints of herself in it, but she felt like she'd become...
"Ahhhhhh!" she was compelled to scream, making her notice that even her voice had changed.
What the fuck!?
Sarah couldn't process it. She could see her face under the differently colored skin, but it seemed rounder somehow....and her legs seemed shorter. Her own mother wouldn't recognize her, much less her friends, her boyfriend... How had this happened?
"Savannah! Better get moving or you'll miss the bus!" a female voice yelled from beyond the bedroom door. Oh shit., she cursed inwardly.
