The girl in the mirror

Chapter 3

It's a mirror.My fingers trace the gold  framework.  The sunlight bounces off it getting in my eyes. For some reason it foggy. I try rubbing it but it doesn't work. "I should get a wipe" I turn to go back down when I see that the mirror turns clear. What the hell. I go closer to it.

Then I see her. A girl standing in the mirror. A girl who is not me.

"Ahhhhhhh!" we scream. The cold floor greeted me as I fall down. I lift a shaky finger towards the mirror.  "Who are you!" yelps the girl in the mirror.

"Um I'm Eve".  why am I talking to her. Gurl that's how people die in horror movies."you're are not a ghost?" she asks cautiously. Her eyes scan me like I'm going to attack her. "NO" wow shes rude lets just ignore the fact I thought she was one too . " I'm Anisha",she walks closer to the mirror, "How did you appear on in my mirror?" I shrug. Now that most of the scare is over. Im actually looking at her proper. She is quite pretty. Her long hair is in a braid. Her eyes are dark like the earth. I noticed a necklace on her neck. A simple cross. 

"Anisha! Come on, you're going to be late!" A voice calls out for her. The girl whipped her head to the voice. " Coming Mama!" she calls back. She turns to me "Look I don't know who you are or if I'm dreaming this whole thing but I'm going to be back in like a hour. we can talk then". She takes one last look at me before running out the door.

Anshia POV

My hair wont freaking calm down. It's like a frizzy cloud. "Ah screw it I'll just braid it". When I finished I double checked that it didn't look like a total mess. Then my mirror suddenly fogs over. I squint at it "what the hell- Ahhhhhh". I jump back and scream. 

There is a freaking girl in there. What the hell. Omg my mirror is haunted. Has it been watching me the whole time. I freaking out as any normal person would.

The other girl falls on the floor. She has short hair that is everywhere now. Her eyes are wild with fear. I'm guessing my face looks the same. Wow her eyeliner is really on point. Really Anshia, you're thinking about a random ghost eyeliner. 

"Who are you" omg Anshia why are you talking to a ghost. "um I'm Eve" she mumbles. since when do ghosts have names. I mean there is Casper but that's different. Jesus Anshia cant you focus.  "So you're not a ghost". She looks offended like gurl I'm sorry but you just appeared out of nowhere.  "No" she basically yells. 

I ask the daunting question"How did you appear on in my mirror?". She shrugs. Okay she and I both don't know. Great just great. Mama yells at me to hurry up. Shit I'm late for dance practice. "I'm coming" I yell back. I turn and face the girl "Look I don't know who you are or if I'm dreaming this whole thing but I'm going to be back in like a hour. we can talk then". Why did I give her the time I'm coming back. Ugh I'm a idiot. 

Eve POV

I sit back in my room still in shock at what I saw. Am I dreaming? There is no way a girl appeared in the  mirror. "Eve!", Emma comes into my room. She plods next to me on the bed. "What are you drawing?" she asks, gazing at my page.

"A girl"

"Why is she running away?"

"It's just how I draw it". I drew the image of the girl back running away from me. The folds of the yellow kurta. The stray hairs from her braid. I did hear her mum call her Anshia. Her eyes keep coming back into my mind. Those big doe eyes that held so much emotion. The sketches of them aren't right. I scribble them out furiously.

" Why are you doing that? It looks so good".

"It's not.

" It is. Why do you always put yourself down? Poppa said it's bad" She says crossing her arms . I gave a small smile.

" It's a habit I guess. I promise I'll fix it". Emma raises a pinkie. I raise mine and we lock them together. Emma's mouth stretches from ear to ear. " You can't break it now you pinkie promised". "Alright now did you do your homework yet". She pulls a face. "Can't I watch you draw instead?". I shake my head. "Bring it here. We will do it together". "ugh don't want too". I give her the look. She gives up "Fine". She drags herself to get it.

I go back up  when Emma goes off to tutoring. I stand in front of the mirror. I just see myself. I reach out to touch the glass. It's just foggy. Maybe it was me hallucinating but it felt so real. Then it clears up like before. She appears again, sitting on her desk writing.  

"Hellooooo" I call out. "Ah shit. oh. OH" She turns scared at the noise. Her eyes widen at seeing me. I wave shyly "I guess we should introduce ourselves". She smiles back but still keeps a distance from the mirror.  The conversion flows normally. I burst out laughing when she admitted she thought I was going to kill her in her sleep. We talked for an hour before dinner time.  

Every since then we have been talking every day. I learned more about her. Like she learns contemporary dance. That her favourite subject is Chemistry.  And we share a concerning love of crime documentaries. Before I know its been a few weeks and we have become close friends.