Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Chapter One- Movie sodas and Bathroom breaks

I tapped my fingers impatiently against my thigh, shaking off a shiver. I'm standing out by the road in front of my house. It is exactly three in the afternoon, Thursday, January 22, and I'm out here freezing my butt off. You should have worn more than just a blue hoodie, I thought to my self, momentarily contemplating running back into my cozy house for a scarf or something. Really, how can you expect some one to stand out here in the cold?It has been like, what, fifteen minutes?!

The roar of a car's engine drew me out of my thoughts of ditching as a hot rod red BMW rolled up to my mailbox. Leaning over to open the door from the driver's side was my best friend. Right now, he had a suspiously wicked grin on his face.

"Scot!" I shout, in a burst of indignation, "You made me wait on freaking PURPOSE?!"

Scot Marcus put his hands up, like he was under arrest, which, I suppose, in a way he was. He was still laughing at me with his eyes.

"Rose, you can't honestly have expected me to come on time."

"Oh, shut up. For once, for once in your life you might have. Miracles do happen." I grumbled, hiding a smile as i buckled up. Closing the door, i turned and slugged him in the shoulder.

"OW," he yelped, clasping his shoulder with his left hand. "It wasn't that cold. You don't have to start a war over here!"

" Oh, poor baby, hurt by a girl."

" Do you want to go to the movies?" he asked exasperated,and then he gestured towards her house."If ya don't care to see what happens, you can go on berating me for leaving you in the cold for fifteen minutes, and then i'll kick you out."

I glared at my child hood best friend for a good long thirty seconds. He'd offered to drive me to the theater because I've been trying to go see The Desolation of Smaug since it came out, but I didn't have a driver's license yet and my parents wouldn't drive me down to it. And yes, I HAVE read the book, so I already know what happens, but that's like saying I've read about walking on th moon so I shouldn't want to go out into space and actually do it. Scot's already been to see it, three times. Problem is, the Hobbit 's sequel starts at 3:30, and the theaters twenty minutes away.

I sighed. "Are you going to tell me why I might miss the beginning?"

"No. Are you done?"

I raised an eyebrow at him." I'll kick your butt if I miss the beginning."

Scot raised his hand in a mock sharp salute and put his foot on the gas really fast, causing us to jerk forward, and then the car started to go smoothly down the road. Scot started laughing as I restrained myself from hitting him again.

...

I really hate it when you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of a movie. You don't want to get up, you might miss some important dialogue or an awesome battle scene. What with the Orcs and the Dragon, not to mention the Elves, I was practically glued to my seat. And then, all that tasty movie theater overpriced soda hit. You just can't go to a movie without popcorn; and to keep your mouth not feeling like a cactus-and-salt infested desert, you need to buy that soda, too. So, of course, I was scrapping the bottom of the popcorn bag and on my free refil of soda when I suddenly got the urge to go.

I cursed under my breath. Come on, bladder, now? There goes Legol-

Yup. Now.

" I"ll be right back," I stage-whispered to Scot, who had come in with me. He nodded, then laughed as an Orc was killed in a completly ridiculously funny way as I rushed out of the theater into the bathroom nearby.

Movie theater bathrooms are slightly creepy to me. Maybe it's because of that horror film I watched here once, where the unsuspecting girl gets killed in one, or whatever. The seven or eight stalls, the four sinks, the super long mirror that goes on endlessly. The fact that it's always empty, or that when you come in, another person is just finishing up at the sink and leaving. Maybe it's just me.

I did my buisness and was about to come out of the stall when I heard a loud cracking sound and that crashing sound that's reserved only for falling glass. A big piece of what looks like the mirror comes to a spinning stop right at my feet. I stared at it. The bathroom's gone silent again. I slowly opened the stall door.

The long bathroom mirror was cracked. And when I say cracked, I mean there was a big piece missing from the center ( the piece at my feet), and all these big cracks seemed to originate from that hole. I could see the bricks of the wall in the center. The cracks were all spidery, like when you step on ice and it splinters into big and little pieces. Funny thing was, the only piece of the mirror out of place was actually out of the mirror was the piece at my feet, every other part of the mirror was still perpendicular with the sink-counter.

I walked forward, again slowly, all thoughts of The Hobbit gone from my head. I stopped at the sinks, staring at the cracks in the mirror. How the heck did this happen? I thought to myself. Maybe i can try to fix it, or at least put that piece over here on the counter.....

I looked back at the big chunk of the mirror on the floor in my stall, went back and gingerly placed my hands on two of the more straight sides of the mirror piece. Not getting cut, I picked it up with a slight grunt. It was heavier than it looked.

With a couple of stumbling steps, I made it to the sink counter. Letting go of the mirror piece, I turned to go back to the movie. After all, I was the only person in here. I didn't want to get blaimed for it, and who would believe a sixteen year old girl when she said she had nothing to do with it?

Just as I turned my back, I thought I saw something silver flash in now completely cracked up mirror.

" Hello?" My voice sounded a little shakey. I cleared my throat."Who's there?"