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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General FictionHarmony is a socially awkward, short, 4 eyed 13 year- old who has no friends. If things weren't bad enough she loses her mother to cancer. She is made fun of at school because she cries when she thinks about this event. Her father tries to boost he...
