I froze, looking in the mirror. Right behind me, dressed impeccably like she usually did was her. My eyes widened and I whirled around, afraid of what I would see. There was nothing. I blinked hard and turned back around. There was no one in the mirror next to me anymore. Just me, a five foot four inch tall girl with shoulder length blond hair. My green eyes were terrified, but I quickly masked my emotions as my friend and apartment mate called to me.
"Stella, it's time to go! We're gonna be late if you don't hurry!"
I smiled at Lottie's voice and replied, "I know, but you're the one that isn't ready."
"Touché," Lottie called back. I grinned and just rolled my eyes. As I grabbed my soccer ball, I had a bad feeling something was gonna go wrong.
At soccer, I pushed myself hard and stumbled, a lot. But this wouldn't stop me from success.
Dun, dun, dunnnnn!!!!! First story! Yay! Now for the grand beginning, chapter 1! See you all there!
-NightStarGazers
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Holding the Past
Short StoryAll Stella remembers were the lights. Then, there was darkness. Nothing was there and nothing should have been there until the dreams started. To her though, it felt so real. All she wanted was to fit in, but what did it get her? Nothing but nightma...
