ABN (Very Bad do not read this!!) (NANOWRIMO 2013)

Chapter 1

Letters, they’re harmless to the naked eye. But when put together they can spell your end, literally.

For me letters is what separated me from my best friend. Sitting on my floor, on my soft blue fuzzy carpet. Staring at myself, elbow length dark brown hair with red lights.

Almond shaped soft warm bronze eyes, olive toned skin, and heart shaped face. A dark freckle at the corner of my left eye where the skin crinkles when I smile.

My doppelganger was right in front of me. I reached up and shockingly, so did my mirror image mimicking me and my movements. It was her; she was the one I was separated from by only letters.

Finally with an exhausted sigh I resigned myself, she had won the game of Mirror once again like she does every day we play it.

“Alright! I give up, you win.” I shouted tossing my hands in the air.

I was fed up with the pointless game. The whole point was to synch yourself with your opponent. It was even better if you looked like your opponent.

Laya gave a victorious laugh before dropping over onto her side. She sprawled out on the carpet stretching her arms out to touch the edge and tap her nails on the wooden floor beneath.

“I swear it’s getting easier and easier to win against you.” She sighed looking up at me

I shot her a so-not-impressed look before crossing my arms over my chest.

“Why is it, every time you come over we have to play this game?” I asked her as I dropped down onto my bed.

She rolled onto her back, long wavy locks fanning out around her face that mirrored my own. She laid her hands over her stomach playing with the buttons on her white blouse.

Her honey and caramel eyes stared off into the empty space that was my ceiling.

“Because, what if I one day I need you to take my place or something. Ya’know, for like a presentation?” She reasoned flopping ungracefully over onto her stomach.

My room was bland and uncluttered; it resembled me in a way. There were no posters spattered over my white walls, only a pin up board with a calendar of dogs underwater.

My furnishings consisted of a plain white desk with attached lamp and black ergonomic chair.

My school books were arranged by class and importance in neat stacks atop the desk. The bed I sat on was pulled up so it was more ‘couch’ like, but even it was a plain simple black.

The window that was above my head looked out over my backyard which was the only bit of actual color visible in my room.

Laya had once told me it looked more like a cell than a room. If I left my closet door open then it may add a splash of color.

I enjoyed bright cheerfully coloured clothes, so it was naturally, neatly, arranged in color. It was a deep walk in closet; I spent most of my time in there trying to rediscover clothes to wear.

On the right of it was my dresser that was a dark wooden brown dresser with four large drawers that held books, and clothes and just about anything else I felt the need to put in it. It was where I stored my clutter that I didn’t want to see.

I looked at Laya and found myself frowning, even though we looked nearly identical she was prettier than I was. She wore me better than I did; it was probably just because she had so much more confidence in herself than I did.

“So what else can we do now?” She asked sitting up and spinning to look at me.

She ran her hand through her now knotted hair and looked over her shoulder at me, I shrugged at her and leaned back on my futon.