The other side of the Mirror (boyxboy)

Chapter 1.

"Don't forget, 14:30, after class!"

"I won't, I won't! I'll go have a snack, be right back!" I yelled back, smiling warmly. That was my acting classes' teacher - Lilyana Stoeva. I kind off liked her for a while, just because she was so beautiful. Now she gave birth and .. w-well .. she's still b-beautiful!

Anyway, I take acting classes from a couple of months. I found out I was good at it from that one time when I lied my mom for a bag of unbought carrots. I amazed myself with the self-made story, and I think she believed me, too. Yup, according to myself, people nowadays die for some carrots, and they even hire private detectives to steal yours.

Right now, there's a play for Hamlet, which, by the way, I love a lot! My favourite part is when .. e-eh .. that guy did that thing to that woman .. a-ah, I can't lie, I hate that shit ..

I ran towards the cafeteria with a growling stomach. I haven't eaten anything since I came in the morning, so I was feeling incredibly hungry. I can't work without having at least a bite of something, be it a hamburger or a piece of toilet paper. As if I stopped thinking about everything and focused my mind only on the food. 

As I entered, my eyes were locked on the shelves, full of all sorts of snacks and chocolate bars. Croissants, biscuits, sandwiches, hotdogs .. it was like all of that was waiting for me and my money. I was a bit thin, but judging on the quantity of food I devour each week, you would feel jealous of how little I gain weight.

"I want a little-.. I mean, a small hamburger with bacon and a cola!" I said, looking at the woman in the cafeterie, while I prepared my two dollars and thirty cents. It didn't sound as healthy as it should, but then again, anything was good, as long as it served its' job to fill my tummy.

I handed over the money and waited patiently for the phlegmatic woman to warm my made-in-advance hamburger in the microwave. It would take a while, so I started looking around, instead of staring blankly at the tired woman. It was probably going to be awkward to do it, and besides .. I wouldn't want someone to look at me like that, too.

The first thing I noticed was probably the mirror, with its' half hidden behind the shelf with "Lay's" snacks and chips. It was hard to look at myself like this, but I accepted what I had, which was now just one side of the mirror, and investigated my reflection.

My face looked slightly blushed, as always when I talked to someone. It's not like I was that bashfull, it's just that .. I don't know, I just get pinkish. I frowned, rubbing cheeks with my palms to "erase" the bright colour, blistered on my skin. By the way, the latter was a bit pale .. maybe even porcelain-coloured. I don't really go out that often-..okay, maybe at all, but I didn't have much friends. The ones I had were just online ones, where we play football or KoF. My computer isn't incredibly fast and powerful, but while it still made a jet-like sound when struggling to load something, it could handle some of last year's games. In any case, it was more than I could wish for.

"Hm .." My hazel eyes sinked into my own reflection, more specifically - my eyebrows. They looked .. good?

"I have to tell my mom to pluck them some more .. " Yeah, yeah, I know, it's so "gay" to NOT go around, looking like the old-fashioned indians with unibrows. Mine were a bit bright coloured, so they weren't attracting as much attention as black or dark-brown ones would. Nevertheless, I wanted to look good. I'm a boy, but that doesn't mean I have to go around, looking like a cave-man.

"Boy, your hamburger."

I continued looking at the mirror, now - at the reflection of my hair. It was brown, well-cut (thankfully) and naturally-messy. It's just .. every strand of hair on my head had its' own opinion. One on the left, one on the right, and always a bold motherfucker on the top of my head, at the very center, sticking out like an antenna. Like one of those teletubbies. 

I sighed.

"Er .. kid. Your hamburger is going to get cold, take it, will ya?" The nasty, husky voice of the woman in the cafeteria startled me, waking me from my trance of vanity, and I quickly nodded, taking my hamburger gently.

"What cola do you want?" She asked, having a very bored and edgy look, which made me think I was the one at fault for it. Is that how all adults looked now? Was I going to be like that when I grow up, too?

"A-ah, well .. cold!" I answered simply.

"But, like .. Derby or Coca-Cola .. "

"Aah, co-cola! Coca-cola!" my face was probably burning, judging from the weird looks she gave me, and my stuttering. I payed awkwardly, took my hamburger and cola, and left the cafeteria. On top of it all, they sold everything so expensive! But hey, it's a global economy crisis, although I honestly don't remember when weren't we in a crisis .. 

On my way to the theatre, I gave my best to eat and drink as fast as I could. It was actually in one building with my school, so I had about a minute and a half to enjoy my lunch. In the end, I did manage to eat it all, choking on the food a few times, after which I started my classes. It went .. well and fast. Especially fast, which was my fault. The teacher had enough of me. From "Devin, more passion!", she started yelling "You'll wreck my theatre!" and in the end, the woman chased me out in the corridor to take a breath and fix my orientation, calling me clumsy and an embodiment of chaos.

I sighed. Perhaps, in the end, I wasn't good at this, either. I don't remember being good at anything, and when I found out that acting was my best choice, I felt good, thinking that I wasn't that useless!

Unfortunately, I was wrong once again. I've gotten used to being wrong. Being the "stupid Devin", the "lame Devin", the "desorientated, clumsy Devin". But I have to admit, from time to time, it hurts me. I know that there aren't perfect people, but when everyone starts blaming me, I feel like I'm the only one who makes mistakes.. As if I'm the only one, who-...

A weird, cracking noise interrupted my thinking. It sounded like glass, breaking into pieces, albeit not completely, so quiet and indistinguishable. Now, I'm not the type of people who enjoy adventures, but that really made me lift my head and look around with amazed, widened eyes. I'm not a scaredy cat, but I knew that wasn't a sound I wanted to hear .. not in this place.