I run out of the bedroom I was standing in and find a bathroom to have a look in the mirror. My wide-eyed expression is still the same....but it's displayed on a different body. I try to let out a scream, but before I could, I blank out: blackness filling my vision as I fall backwards.
Luckily, it lasts only a minute before I stand again and clench the white, polished sink with my equally small hands.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Wait. Wait.. Deep breaths...
I inhale and exhale shakily.
This is just a dream...I just.. need to wake myself up, yeah?
I slap myself, hard.
It doesn't work.
Maybe slapping is too obvious?
I try pinching.
My newfound, twig-like arm is covered in tiny, inflamed nail marks by the time I finally realized: this is very real.
Tears slip down my cheeks as I accept my fate: I'll have to live as a dorkish, unattractive, pink-haired girl for the rest of my life...!
Wait.
I've seen this weirdo that's staring back at me in the mirror before. That means she most likely goes to my school.
With that last thought I swipe my tears away with a determined look across– mine? Hers? Hers. –across her face. I'm gettin' my body back.
