A brown-haired teenaged girl

Crawling out of bed, you scan the unfamiliar room for something reflective. You find a full-length mirror to your left. Your heart is racing as you approach the glass.

Once you're within view, your heart stops. You can't believe your eyes. You're gorgeous.

You approach the mirror with caution, placing a finger over your lips. It proves the image before you is indeed you. And you couldn't be a day over 18.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps in the hall next to your bedroom. You panic - you don't even know this girls name.

You hear a motherly voice calling from the other side of the door: "Michelle, get up! It's time to go to school!"

"Uh, just a minute!" You reply.