The girl in the mirror

Chapter 4

Its now Saturday. Anshia and I are just talking.  Shes  poses for me. "So what do you want to do when you get older?" she asks randomly. My eyes jump from her to the page. " I don't know. Maybe become an artist or something". " I want to be a scientist!" she grins widely. I spot the dimple on her cheek and I quickly sketch it. " You will be great at it". "Thanks...". She looks down for some reason. "Hey whats wrong?".

She looks at me then slides down to the floor.  "Its just that", she lets out a deep sigh, "Chemistry courses are really hard to get into here and I'm only higher than average. There are so many people better than me". I can't really think of what to say. "I understand. Its something you're really passionate about. I can see it. I love being a artist and I want to do it in the future. But my future is going to be a unstable one then and I don't like that feeling". Anshia looks at me sadly then smiles widely "Well there is no point dwelling on this sad stuff like this. These things are in our control. We just need to use our brains and try and solve our problem". She stands up proudly "Okay I can study my ass off and suffer or I can find other way". 

I never really thought like that before. People always say work harder but I tried that. And the result is a shit mental health and the feeling of failure. No one told me to think of another way. The cogs in my brain start turning " You could study in New Zealand with me" I suggested.

Her eyes light up "Omg we can be roommates. Just think about its going to be like this everyday. WE can talk,laugh, hug and do everything" she squeals. I lift up my pen "Hurry up and go back to posing". "Ouch way to ruin the moment". 

Im alone in my room again. Anisha gave me the idea of making a Instagram account for my art.  I have been trying to find a good page to post. I land on the image of my random oc. I like that one. Click. nerves build up in my stomach. Man what if no one likes it. ugh maybe this was a bad idea. Anshia voice comes in my head. 'just do it whats the worst that can happen. It takes to time to make a impact'. I post it.  I can't deal with it so I just go to sleep.  

After church I wait for Anshia to come back. Its almost 2 she told me that she is meeting family members. The door swings right open revealing a tall boy with curly dark hair. I stare at him and he stares at me. He rubs his eyes "Anshia. I think you're right I hit my head too hard". "Nah I'm real". I swear to God I have never heard such a high pitched scream in my life. "ANSHIA YOUR ROOM IS FUCKING HAUNTED!". Anshia came in running "I freaking told you not to go in" she yells. 

"Wait so you're saying that this mirror lets you talk to her and that she isn't a ghost". He still looks confused. I take a closer look at him. His curly hair frames his sharp features. Anshia explained everything to him before he screamed again. My ears still hurt.  His eyes are on Anshia as she was talking. They're really pretty. Honey coloured eyes. My hand twitches as the urge to draw him appears. "Well I'm sorry about that I didn't mean that" he says with his head down. I laugh it off "It's fine. Anshia had the same reaction". "I did not," she protests. He snorts until I add "The only difference was he has a high pitched voice". "Okay first of all-". 

After that interesting start I find out that the boy's name is Ashwin and he's Anshia cousin. The duo act like siblings which is quite entertaining to watch. The two can never stop bickering. He is just a year older and dances at the same place as her. He is very funny and loves exposing Anshia. 

He holds up his phone to the mirror "hahaha this one was when she found out one of our cousins was getting married". Its her with her eyes bugling out of their sockets with her jaw on the floor. Anshia tries to snatch it from him but the damage is done. Tears were flowing down from laughter. But the end of the story was me and Ashwin got along.