Tina stirred from her sleep, finding herself in her bedroom. She must have fallen asleep, despite her efforts to only pretend.
She went to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. "I...was in a warehouse, and...they were talking about someone..." She was having trouble remembering. She tried to focus.
"My hair's a mess," she said, suddenly distracted. It wouldn't be good for the Head Cheerleader to be seen...She struggled against the thought. She wasn't the Head Cheerleader, she was...she focused, and an image of another version of herself appeared in her mind. Plain, uninteresting....
The Head Cheerleader won out.
