Walking into Sarah's room and properly looking around after all these years was surreal, because, strangely enough, it hadn't changed after all this time—not since she was 16 years old.
Her wardrobe might have upgraded with some new clothes, but the room hadn't changed much. I wonder why?
Her passion for acting was still in her walls, adorned with posters of classic movies and famous actresses she admires, each poster carefully taped in a collage that covers nearly every inch of available space.
Jess and Sarah walked to her wardrobe, taking out some clothes to wear, while I just looked around and reminisced about the past.
I walked near her desk, where I saw a corkboard filled with ticket stubs, handwritten notes, and quotes from her favorite plays.
Her table was cluttered yet charmingly organized, holding a mix of makeup, costume jewelry, and various props she's gathered from plays.
