Samantha woke to find she was no longer in her bedroom, or in fact any place that she recognized at all. The walls had a faded, shimmering glow, as if trapping the morning sun and giving the impression that they had no substance, except that you couldn't see through them. The floor and the ceiling had the same pale yellowish red shimmer. Besides the bed and dresser, the room was empty with no apparent door, window or any other obvious exit. The only recognizable item was an old, slightly tattered, smiling, green foot-and-a-half tall dragon sitting on her dresser. Her father had given her the stuffed animal when she was much younger. It was a toy from when he was a boy.
The whole unreality convinced her that this room had to be a dream. She closed her eyes, turned over and tried to fall back to sleep, or rather, to fall into another dream before waking. Unfortunately sleep did not come. She stretched and opened her eyes again, only to see what she had seen before and got up. Saying a quick prayer as she fiddled with the silver cross that hung from a chain around her neck, she decided to explore the room.
Samantha was twelve and a half. The half was important as it meant that she was almost thirteen and would be old enough that maybe her parents would let her do more things and be independent. A thirteen year old would not be afraid to be alone in a strange place.
You'll notice we get no emotional sense of Samantha...despite the fact she wakes up in a strange room. Miss Snark is WAY more than 12.5 and when she wakes up in a strange room, she has a loud and violent reaction. Now admittedly, Samantha has not discovered gin pails and boy toys but still...don't you think she'd feel something??