I'm not sure when I woke up next. I remember opening my eyes groggily; I must have been sleeping a long time. The world was still black when I opened them, and it took a few minutes to adjust.

Wherever the hell I was, it was unfamiliar territory to me. I was staring up at a piece of wood. And by that, I mean the bottom of a BED. I was on the bottom bunk of somebody's bed. I knew that much.

I looked to my right, towards the wall. It was lined with different posters and papers: of what, I didn't care. The wall was colored a darker shade of…

PINK?

Where WAS I?

I sat up in bed, trying to figure out what was going on. It was obviously a girls room… not really sure how old, though. Any girl could have pink walls in their room… was I even still in Los Angeles? Because I'm pretty sure I would know the inside of most girls houses there, if you know what I mean… ha!

But now was not the time for joking; I needed answers. I looked over to the left and saw the rest of the room. It was covered, and I mean COVERED with musical stuff. Like, I couldn't even NAME half of the instruments on the FLOOR. Whoever owned this room, they must have had some rich ass parents!

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted a desk. I looked at it, hoping there would be some more answers. It was stacked with flyers of some sort, all bright red and yellow. I was pretty sure there was one on the wall; I turned my head, shooing the piece of brown hair in my eyes awa-

Brown hair?

Since when did I have… HAIR? I mean, hair that hung DOWN on my face? My hair was curly! And black! Who's hair was THIS?!

Slowly, I reached for my head. My hair wasn't curly anymore… it was straight. And the further back I got, the tighter it became… until I felt… A SCRUNCHIE?

Did… did I have a PONYTAIL?

I grabbed the hair behind it, and sure enough, lo and behold, a brown ponytail flopped down into my face like a dead fish. I flung it behind my head, and fearfully, I looked down at my hands.

WHITE.

Oh, no. Oh, no, oh no, oh no…

I threw the covers off my bed, trying to get out. At last, I managed to fall out of the bed onto the floor, startling whoever was on the top bunk.

"Hey, dude, watch yourself! I need to sleep!"

I stared up at the person, who had poked their head over the side. She was a girl, but her hair was pixie cut to her shoulders. She had freckles, and she was wearing a purple shirt.

"Who are you?!" I asked, speaking for the first time. At once, I knew that the voice that just came out was NOT mine. I know my voice;it wasn't feminine like this one.

"Dude, Luan, are you ok? You look a little sick…"

LUAN?!

I turned and sprinted out of the room, looking for someplace, ANYPLACE that I could see my reflection. There were six doors in the hall; one of them HAD to be a bathroom. A boy was walking down the stairs, so I turned to him and tried to get his attention.

"Hey, kid!"

He looked at me as if I were nuts… which, at this point, wouldn't be too far off.

"Yeah, Luan?"

"Where's the bathroom?!" I practically yelled, trying not to freak out over the fact he had called me Luan AGAIN.

"Uhhh… down the hall? To your right?" he said, walking down the stairs. I immediately turned and ran into the bathroom, and seeing a mirror, I closed my eyes and clutched the sink. I looked down, opening them.

Slowly, but surely, I lifted my head to see my reflection in the mirror.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I WAS A GIRL.

I WAS A TEENAGE, WHITE GIRL.

I heard footsteps running towards the bathroom; I didn't care. I was already on the ground, the world going dark. I remember the door opened, and someone grabbed ahold of my arm… that was it before I was down for the count.