Broken Mirrors [IN PROGRESS]

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15 years later 

"Put on this product too! We spent so much money on it all the people with normal mirrors use. It makes their skin look so good!" My worried mother says as she hands the bottle of cream to me. 

"Mom, it's just red bumps on my skin...It'll go away." I say annoyed at her putting the cream all over my acne-filled face. 

I don't really have a choice anyway, if I show up to school with all these bumps then they will all look at me like I'm different.

People with mirrors are perfect, they don't have bumps like me. Their skins are beautiful and clear. Glowing and reflecting like their mirrors. 

Everyone has a perfect mirror.

Almost everybody.

I quickly dab on makeup and rush out the door.

I walk to school suddenly scared of what people will think of me. 

I mean it is the first day of school. 

Some individuals were showing off their mirrors. 

I reach the school entrance observing students indulging in conversations. 

I glance at an older white brunette girl on the sidewalk who was talking to a honey-skinned Asian boy, who might be around the same age as me. I observe the conversation. 

"Hey, where's your mirror?" The brunette girl asks the boy.

"Uhh- my parents have it." The black-haired boy says.

The girl keeps on persuading the tan-skinned boy to show her his mirror.

"Ugh, stop making excuses and just admit you have a broken one!" She screams suddenly at the East Asian boy. 

"Why would I even bring it to school-" Though before he could say something the brunette kicks him to the ground. Out of nowhere some other boys and girls join her. They repeat it until there were bruises covering his knees and below them. 

"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there." She laughs manically and leaves him on the floor hurt, in pain. The other friends laugh loud with her. As people who spectated smirked and chuckled but some people ignored it pitifully, too afraid to speak out.

The bell rang and I waited till everyone rushed to the school. The boy sat up from the hard concrete floor and stares at his bruises. 

"Hello, would you like to go to the nurse's office?" I asked the boy softly.

He shook his head.

"I'm fine." He smiles at me with his dimples.

He wasn't fine it was all red on his knee and below reaching his ankles. On top of that, he was wearing shorts so it was quite noticeable.

"Come on let's just go to the nurse's office, you're not fine." I convey to him again. 

"There's no point please leave." He whispers seriously but in a calm tone. His dark chestnut eyes were glassy. He had beautiful dimples but that didn't really matter with his tears and faltered smile.

Maybe people who have mirrors only purpose was pretending so they could fit in the crowd. Could I blame him for doing so? 

Even if he did report to the faculty what would they do? They would ask for his mirror and if he had a broken one they'd deny him being educated.

In the end, our only purpose is to blend in, isn't it?