Leon and The Mirror *Discontinued*

Chapter 1: The Dream

" Stop it!" I shout. "Leave me be!" I tell it. The very rough image of what looks to be a person is highlighted through my vision. It is all I see. The figure does not respond. I start to make out the figure in what seems to be pitch black. The figure is in focus now.

Not until I finish what I started the beast replies. It lifts what would be a human hand but isn't. I prepare myself for the blow, but it does not happen.

"Leon," a voice says. I recognize this voice to be my mother's. She has hair that is a light shade of red that most foreigners would simply call red. It measures to the edge of her chest and then stops. Her nose is short and curves into a L shape. Her complexion is clear with some blackheads on her nose. Age has not affected her. She wears a very dark grey t-shirt with grey sweats and pink socks.

"What happened?" I ask her. I see I am lying on the very edge of the bed towards the wall, but I remember lying in the middle as I went to bed. The sheets lie draping over the bed stretching on the red and blue rug.

"You were sleeping?" she questions me. "Come on, you will be late to your first day of seventh grade at Stars Middle High School," she says.

"Too bad people from my old school are coming," I say thinking back to the first day in second grade.

My mum looks as if she is going to say something and remind me about that dreadful day, but my dad calls her.

"Camille!" my dad yells from downstairs.

"Hurry up, we will talk later," she says while exiting my room and stomping downstairs to investigate my father's calls.

I get up and change into a blue shirt with white stripes. I put on my size 12 regular skinny jeans that are a dark blue. I put on some long black socks with some dark red shoes. I look at myself in the mirror. I realise my shirt is quite big on me and that I don't match, but I don't care. I rush into the washroom and put some gel into my hair. I comb it into a combover on the right side.. Uncombed my hair is very long but it looks to be very short when I do comb it.

I look at myself in the mirror. (for the second time today) I have a dark skin tone. My nose like my mother's. My eyes blue and my hair a very light brown but a dark blonde. My face is very strange. I have facial features of a "white boy" but my skin is dark and most strangers would call me mexican. My smile is much like my father's. My teeth are straight and white. I have a small overbite that some braces would fix. My chin is sharp and small much like my grandfather on my mother's side. Many say I resemble my mother rather than my father. And I agree.

I walk downstairs. My mother is talking to my father and she passes me a plate that has some eggs and toast on it. I say grace and pray that school goes well and thank God for blessing me with another day and night. I am raised Catholic and am raised to believe that the bread turns to body and wine to blood. I was baptised at the age of two and have been following the word of God ever since. I start eating thinking about my dream and who or possibly what the figure was. Whatever it was it was definitely not human.

I finish my breakfast and wash my dishes. I grab my backpack and open the front door. My house is an ash grey colour and has a bisque stripe on its top. We live on 6443 Mowe Avenue. I hop into my mother's car. It is a beautiful car. A Ford Focus. The model is a RS and is the colour of race red. As I get inside the seats are charcoal black and it is a one-speed automatic. It has heated seats and a Sony® Audio System with 10 Speakers. My mum gets in the car a couple of moments later. She turns the keys of the ignition and the engine starts. We drive to my bus stop on the corner of Jervis Avenue. The corner has little cars. My mum turns the car off by turning her keys to the left. She looks at me with her green eyes.

"So, how did you sleep," she asks. I think about telling her about my strange dream and how the beast attempted to hit me with his hand. I decide not to thinking this would worry her too much.

"Fine," I reply. My eyes glance to the front of the car. I could not believe it. The bus was already here. I give my mum a rushed kiss and say good-bye but it is too late. The bus door closes as the last passenger boards. I can hear the engine of my mother's car rev. I rush to the bus door. The bus is already moving forward. I shout aloud but the driver does not notice. I stand there amazed at what I had just witnessed. I could not believe my eyes. The bus left me.