My room felt empty and cold sitting here staring at the memories I pinned on the walls. They weren’t real. I am not who I thought I was. I got up and crossed the room to stand in front of my floor-length mirror. My reflection wasn’t mine. I was no longer the nerd that loved history. I was a gorgeous woman with lavender eyes. My hair is now silky feeling not frizzy and dull like before. I couldn’t get over the fact my eyesight was now impeccable along with my hearing. How am I going to cover this up when I go back to school? Should I cover myself? Did I like being beautiful? I begin to spin around looking at my butt and the rest of my body. It was like I went to the gym without moving a muscle. I was the ultimate killing machine. No wonder Laura looked fake, because technically she was. It
