I Am Writing This Story Because

This is just the prologue. I really hope you all like it. If I get two or three votes or any comments, I will continue. If not, I will stop writing this and delete it. Please don't make me delete. I really really hope you like it.

                “Can you please get the camera? Please?” Max asks me. We are outside the state fair in Pueblo. I don’t want to get the camera but I guess I have to.

                “Scotti, please. I don’t want to go by the mirrors again.” Sam whines. I look at her puppy eyes and unbuckle my seat belt.

                “If I’m not back in ten minutes, come and get me and face the mirrors.” I tell my friends. We all begin to laugh. Sam makes a whining noise but nods. “Where did you leave it again?” I ask Max.

                “In the house of mirrors by the one that makes you look fat.” I nod and get out of the car. I enter the fair. People are distributed thinly across the deserted grounds. I make my way across the maze of tents and rides. I find the house of mirrors. A light reflects off the million of mirrors directly in my eyes. The low sun glares at the back of my neck. I enter the warm oven of mirrors.

                A thousand red heads with streaks in her hair to look like fire stare at me. Some are inhumanly skinny and others weigh tons. I laugh at my looks, looking for the normal mirror in the center. When I find it, I stare at my tanned skin. My red hair is pulled back in a side braid with a few rogue strands hanging out. My sunglasses shade my grey eyes from the red sun. My Skillet tank top and black shorts make my small frame look like a skeleton. I turn to the left to look at the mirror.

                A fat woman stares at me. Her red hair and clothes matching mine exactly. She smiles at me. A camcorder lies at her feet. I bend to pick it up. Its silver cover adding an extra glare.

                “We will be closing the fair in ten minutes. Please exit through the main gate and enjoy the rest of your night. Again we will be closing the fair in ten minutes.” A woman’s voice rings over the intercom. I turn to leave. A strong wind enters the tent. The tarp above me shakes violently. I try to make my way out of the House of Mirrors. The tarp begins to sag.

                I look up to the sinking tarp. I begin to run. I crash into a mirror and fall to the ground. Black dots my vision. The tent begins to collapse with me under it. I try and get up but fall down with dizziness. Black sleep over comes me. I close my eyes and listen to everything fall around me. The heavy fabric of the tent falls on me. I black out.

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