•chapter 8• Harmony

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I grasp the handle of the cold, shiny silver mirror. I roll my eyes at the thought of actually using it and set it down on my dresser. I can't believe dad actually got me a stupid mirror for my birthday. Of all the ways to ruin a birthday... I snatch it off the dresser once more and stare into my deep blue eyes. "I like your eyes." I say smirking sarcastically. But deep in my heart it actually felt good. I've never once in my life received a compliment from anyone other than my family (who were obviously lying just to make me feel good about myself). I stare away from the mirror for what seems like forever. For once in my life I feel like I'm keeping company and it feels...
good.
I give a real smile to the mirror. "What's your name?" I murmur quietly
Then I scratch my head forgetting it's a mirror. But anyway I say, "Melody" as if the mirror were talking to me.
"Maybe you weren't the worst birthday present ever." "I sure hope not." Melody replies back snickering.
I laugh back at her and wave her goodnight and for once I smile before I fall asleep.

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