The Bright Side

Prologue

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PROLOGUE

And there it was. Just standing there in the middle of my grandma’s attic. I was thinking of just going back to my bed and stopping this childish adventure. I mean, hello?! I’m even holding a flashlight in my lavender pajamas at two in the morning, standing in this grimy attic! So, yeah. Somebody just cast me in the next movie of Narnia or something.

 “That’s so childish, Harlee..” I scolded myself and turned around, there was a creppy creaking sound on the cold dusty floorboard.

But a nagging feeling kept me still. I scrutinized the figure in the middle of the room. It seemed stationary and safe. Well, what the heck? It’s not like it’ll change my life forever! Besides, I can’t sleep that’s the main reason why I chose to explore this manor. And I’m really curious at what’s under the dusty white drape.  And so I started towards the.. Thing.

I pulled the drape that covered the tall mysterious object that was filling me with interest. I almost screamed with what I saw. It was me. The plain, healthily tanned girl with pixie cut red hair that has grown up to above my shoulders. But in a dusty, pale way. It was just a life-size, ancient mirror. I examined its gold ridges, which have turned slightly white because of the dust, and then its glassy surfaces. It looked ridiculously old, like it had existed since World War I, but it still looked magnificent. It must be an antique.

My finger was almost gray with all the dust. I placed my right hand on my reflection.  It began to feel warm. The surface, I mean. I pressed my index finger to it.

“Holy—!!!” I boomed suddenly out of shock. My finger disappeared!

“W-where did my finger just go?” I asked, bewildered with what had just happened. Am I dreaming or something? Did I fall asleep in this old, musty attic? But no. I wasn’t. I was still standing on the same spot and was still staring at the simple girl in the mirror. And wondering where her finger went. This is like inception. I began moving my finger up the mirror then down like wagging it wildly. The mirror wasn’t reacting, or anything. It didn’t mind my finger touching its insides. This is so freaky! My face cringed with wonder.

I pulled it back, and it was still, fine, attached to my finger even. That was pretty cool, I thought to myself. It must be some kind of cool portal like in the movies. And once again, it’s not like it’ll change my life forever! I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath..

I wonder what’ll happen to me. Well it seems like it doesn’t matter. I’m alone in this town, without many friends, away from Uncle Fred, living on without my father, still not together with my mother after seventeen years.. I could go on and on about how my life right now isn’t exactly blissful or perfection. I’d like to be anywhere but here.

Suddenly, I recalled my father’s words when he once told me a bed time story, ”When your eyes lay on an ancient entity, always be careful with it, and expect that it holds a tale from the past, and adventure in the future.”

Whatever adventure I’m in for, I’m ready for it, dad. I smiled, stepped in, and let myself fall into the dark void of my reflection.

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