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"Wait, is the sun out?" Greg wondered, waking up to the bright sunlight. "Wait a minute!" he yelled out loud, sitting up from his bed instantly, wondering about work, and if he were late, or overslept, but the thought instantly vanished, by another problem. Actually, there were many problems, going on at once. "What..the..he-" he didn't finish his sentence, because of one of those problems, that he just heard. It was a shock to the system, and he didn't know how to react. Panic seemed like a good idea right about now. 

"Am I still dre-" he didn't finish his sentence again, hearing it again. The room that, he was in, wasn't his. The room that he was in, had colors that seemed off. Greg was very familiar with the colors, because he's seen them many times. The colors looked like something from an anime, and at the same time, felt real. He didn't know whether or not to panic, or be amazed, so he did both. 

Another change that he notice first, and kept him from finishing his sentences, was his voice. It was different. Everything was different, nothing in the room looked familiar at all. It didn't look like realty, but felt like it. Even though the colors were different than normal,  it all felt real. Greg reached to pull the covers that only covered his lower half now, and notice yet another change, or better yet more changes. "What the hell is this?" he said, trying to shove the thought, of his new voice, to focus on the next few changes.

In the realty, he knew well, Greg was African American, so his skin color was originally a brown color, but what he saw wasn't that. His skin was white, and like the room he was in, it was a color like that of an anime. He jumped out of the bed, he was in, and realized the next change, but ignored it looking around for something. In the room there was a door, that was to a small bathroom. The bathroom only had a sink, toilet, and a long mirror connected to the door, but the mirror was the only thing important at the moment.  "What?"

His jaw dropped, at what he saw. Long silver-white hair, that went slightly past the shoulders, crimson red eyes, thin lips, and a average figure, was on the other side of the mirror. "This isn't me," he said, touching his new cheeks with his fingers, and by verifying if this was all real, pinched them hard, feeling the pain, he knew now that it wasn't a dream. The panic began roaring though him.
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