“Sadie, get up! Confessional interviews start in twenty minutes and I’ve got to get you looking ready to face the camera!”

I awoke with a start. Confessional interviews? I don’t think I have any of those on my todo list today. I think that’s probably better than my actual todo list which consists of writing an essay for my government class, studying for my math test, and reading 100 pages in a book that I hate, but of course, I don’t get to decide.

“Sadie, I’m serious! The producers are going to be mad at both of us if you’re not there for the interview on time. Of course, they’ll take it out on me and not you, but it doesn’t look good for either of us. We have a schedule to keep here!”

“Umm…Okay,” I respond, not knowing what else to say. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“I sure hope you will be!”

I walk over to my closet, except the closet in front of me is not mine. Thinking I’m in what must be a pretty cool dream, I pick out a cute outfit and walk over to the mirror to check it out.

That’s when it hits me.

I don’t look anything like me. I look like Sadie Wilde, my favorite contestant on the hottest new reality show, Villa of Love. Pretty cool dream, I think to myself again.

“Sadie, what are you doing in there?”

“I’m coming,” I say as I walk out the door.

“Oh thank goodness you’re already dressed. Sit down, let me do your hair and makeup.”

“Thank you…,” I pause as if waiting for a name.

“Thank you what?”

“What’s your name?,” I ask.

“Sadie, what is going on with you this morning. I’m Ash, I’ve been doing your hair and makeup every day now for weeks!”

“I’m sorry, I guess dream me doesn’t know that,” I say, laughing.

Ash looks at me, confused before responding.

“Sadie Wilde, this isn’t a dream.”

“It must be,” I reply. “I’m not Sadie Wilde. I’m Sadie Somer.”

“Stop messing with me before I burn you with this curling iron by mistake,” Ash says, looking genuinely worried.

“I’m not messing with you,” I respond.

She looks at me for a minute and then a look of realization passes across her face.

“You’re actually telling the truth, you’re not Sadie Wilde! You’re just some look alike. Where is she?”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” I say in a panic. “I don’t look like Sadie Wilde, at least not usually. I’m only 16!”

“Then how’d you end up in her body?!”

“I don’t know!”

Before I can finish saying what I wanted to, one of the producers of the show storms into the makeup room. She yells at Ash and grabs my arm, pulling me down the hallway as she lectures me about the importance of being on time for live confessional sessions. Before I know it, I’m sitting on a couch and there are ten cameras filming my every move.”

“Hey, Sadie! How are you feeling this morning?” A voice from the loud speaker asks.

“I’m honestly terrified right now,” I respond.

“Oh, are you that worried about Ashley trying to steal Josh right out from under you?” the voice asks.

“Umm…yeah. That’s definitely it,” I say, remembering that I have to respond as if I’m an actual contestant on the show.

“That’s strange,” the voice replies. “You’ve never seemed like the nervous type. How are you feeling about the elimination tonight?”

“I hope Ashley gets eliminated,” I respond, trying to sound convincing.

“There’s the Sadie we know and love!” the voice exclaims. “That’s all the time we have for today!”

My vision goes black.

I wake up in my own room and I look like myself in the mirror. It was just a dream, I think. I knew it wasn’t real. I go to turn on the TV so I can watch the real Sadie Wilde’s morning confessional on Villa of Love, but when I look into her eyes and hear her responses, I only see myself.