The House of Mirrors

I'm Elizabeth and this is my story

CHAPTER ONE

I'm Elizabeth O'Herley. Most of my family and friends call me Lizzie. I guess I'm kind of used to being called Lizzie. Well, I mean, people never really have gotten into the habit of calling me by my whole first name. Anyway, my dad died when I was only just a little girl of about four or five, but now I'm sixteen. I never really did get to see him all that much because he was either working twelve hour shifts at the rock yard or as a lumber jack or he was at home or at the bar getting drunk in front of a T.V. and my mom has never liked me being around that. I remember one night when he came home drunk from the bar and he was throwing things and hitting my mom and I. 

That all changed when we got a call from the Sheriff's department that my father had been killed on impact in an accident because he was driving under the influence. My mom and I both found that quite strange because he had always been a careful driver even whenever he was drunk as a skunk. 

I, then, got made fun of and laughed at at school and at the time was too meek to stand up for myself. I had always been in the 'out crowd', don't get me wrong, I would much rather hang out with my friends than the populars! 

My mom was never the same after my father passed. I was young enough that I would eventually get over it, which I did, but my mom, on the other hand, she was with him since her sophomore year in high school and they had never separated, not even once. They got married during their Junior year, a year after they started going out, and they had stayed together ever since. My mom had always told me that dad wasn't always that drunk man that got him killed, but he was once a love sick young man that told mom that they were bound to be together, forever. Till death due you part! 

Enough about my mother. I live just outside of Detroit, Michigan with, of course, my mom, in a trashy little farm house. Those of you who think that just because Michigan is the North means that it isn't country, are all wrong! There is probably more country and fields in Michigan than one of the state's in the southern part of the U.S. There are a just a few more trashy houses like mine, but then you go on to the nice old houses in fact the worst looking house on my road is a huge two story that is on the brink of falling apart. It's called The House of Mirrors. With first glance you can tell that it was once a very beautiful house, but with the second glance... let's just say, it needs some work and a little bit of TLC! 

I've heard some say it's haunted and everyone who has gone inside the giant house has never came out or has at least never been seen coming out of the house, but I don't believe any of that crap! I think it's a big load of bull shit, but that doesn't stop any of my friends from believing it. I've got a friend, Emily, who believes every last little detail about it and all the stories and legends, but me, I'm too smart for that. I don't believe in superstition. There are, on the other hand things that I do believe in. I believe that everyone lies, cheats, steals, and commit sin or break laws.

Today I had to walk home from school because I had to stay and ask my teacher, Mr. Clooney, a question about reports that we had to do for class that were due the next week. The bell rang to inform us students that the buses were about to start leaving right as I stepped outside of his class. I turned around to see if he was leaving yet and he looked up and smiled sweetly with a mysterious darkness. A smile I'd never seen him give to anyone except in a picture on his desk that had been taken of him and his wife of five years, although, there was no mysterious darkness in the smile he gave his wife, only love.  

I began to run to the sidewalk where the buses were parked because I knew if I only walked or jogged then I would not make it in time, but as soon as I got outside the main entrance of the school the last bus, my bus, was closing its doors and slowly driving away. I kind of just stood there for a second in disbelief because I knew it would take hours to walk those many miles to my house. I just sat down against a column by the main doors to the school and brought my knees up to my chest. I searched my purse for my phone. "I found you, you little son of a bitch!" I exclaimed to my jacked up flip phone. The battery flashed that it was going dead. I hurried and tried to call my mom but just as soon as I finished dialing the number and it was about to ring my phone vibrated and shut off. I was SOL to say the least! I stood up, almost started pacing.