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ChapteЯ 20: Say what?
Was it possible to drown in my own sweat?
Here I was: palms clammy, brows soaked, back drenched. It was like my teacher told me there was a math pop quiz.
Terrifying.
My ears were on full radar, scoping out for Stacy’s voice to beautifully declare Driz was here, and I could run out of this creepy maze.
My head throbbed. “Stupid mirrors,” I grumbled, my eyes killing from the funky shapes the mirrors reflected.
Excuse me but my ass wasn’t that big.
“Gee, this place knows how to stomp on your self-esteem.”
My pits not planning to calm down any minute, I sucked in a sharp breath and told myself everything was going to be alright.
Walking at a pace of a zombie turtle, I turned wherever my feet took me. Two lefts, one right, a face plant to a mirror, another left, three rights, head-butt into my reflection—twice.
You could say I was pretty loss.
Taking my hundredth right, I let out a cave-woman-like groan, and stomped on the spot. “I swear I saw this mirror ten seconds ago!” I shouted into my reflection.
My conscious swooping down, they smugly said, “Maybe ‘cause you’re reflection is the same as every other one.”
“Shut up,” I muttered. Good god! I was losing my marbles.
Five left turns later, my blood began to boil as I ended up in the same spot as before. I didn’t understand how all the other girls got out in, like, two minutes.
My fists now clenched, I coldly stared into a mirror that made my head look twice as small, my ass six times bigger, and my legs ten times fatter.
“Aaaagghhhh!” I screamed in frustration, throwing my knuckles into my reflection. The mirror tipped back and before I could save it’s fragile life, it collapsed, shattering an enormous crack that sounded like an explosion to my ears.
“Fucknfucktards,” I said.
China probably could have heard that fall.
Afraid I had signalled an alarm, I was gonna make a run for it until I saw two chairs. My scalp tingled with fear, but the curiosity rooted my legs to the floor. The flame flickered, the only sign of light in the dark room.
“You only had one turn left, you know,” a familiar voice spoke.
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Living Short in Bel Air (Completed 2013)
SpiritualAs an old dead guy once said, "And though she be but little, she is fierce." A self motivating journey dedicated to the short girls, tomboys, weirdos, and outcasts, where a lonely, girl in Bel Air shows the society that big things come in small pack...
