Mirrors, Mirrors Everywhere

Chapter 2

I (quite violently) threw my alarm clock against the wall. I suppose in the grand scheme of things it wasn't my poor alarm clock's fault that monday mornings exist, but, it woke me up so it has to suffer my wrath. After arguing with the-voice-who-will-not-be-named about how my shirt made me look, I ran down the stairs and straight in to a grumpy Michael.

"Mom," Michael yelled, whining. " Adeline pushed me over!"

"Liar," I muttered to myself while sliding a piece of toast into it's toaster.

"Addie don't push." My mother chided while I cringed at my childhood pet name.

"I'm too old for that name." I announced with the toast in my mouth.

"Don't aruge with me and don't miss the bus." Mom said.

Finishing the dry toast with a creamy (and fattening) glass of milk, I smoothed my hair and mentally scolded my subconcious, like always. The thing about being at war with yourself is, well, you can't win without losing and you can't lose without winning. It's a depressing predicament you should hope to never come across.

The bus, in it's faded yellow glory, honked at me to hurry up or get left, so I, in return, lazily walked down to the curb where an anxious Michael was waiting.

"Adeline," Michael whimpered. "He was gonna leave us."

"Michael has he ever before?"

"No but-,"

"Exactly." I interrupted him, winning the argument.

You always have to win, don't you?

shut up.

It's the truth and you'll have to admit it sooner or later.

You'll have to realize that you're imaginary, I told the subconscious that I hated to admit was actually me.

And who, may I be so bold as to ask, is talking to an imaginary voice?

go to hell.

See you there.

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"Did your mom dress you in that?" Some girl that sat behind me in AP gov asked.

"No, but did your mom teach you about manners?" Was my only response. I usually don't respond to the insults unless they are incredibly stupid or unimaginative. Seriously, if you have the audacity to insult someone at least do a good job.

The girl, being the queen of her own little kingdom that she was, simply rolled her eyes then went back to failing the exam.

Question 16) What is the president's wife's title?

"Wow," I thought. "These questions are way too easy."

I circled C: The First Lady

You could never be the First Lady. Who would want to marry you?

Being married would be awful. Imagine being stuck with someone your entire life. Like perhaps, your subconscious.

That shut it up. My internal voice was good at many things but insults were not one of them. Which, I, was thankful for. My train of thought was oh-so-rudely interrupted by the bell, which signaled lunch time.

The cafeteria was the breeding grounds of chaos. Food was flying and kids were screaming. I walked to the table in the far left corner thinking that, perhaps, they would let me sit with them today. Them being my friends from middle school. High school was like putting us all in a box and shaking it up over and over until everything mixed up and some people clung together while others, in turn, were pushed out. I got to the table and my ex-bestfriend, Kendall, gave a small shake of her head which greatly pleased my subconscious.

"Oh," I said, softly.

"You could but," Kendall trailed off. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeah, maybe." I sighed, heading towards what seemed to be my own, private lunch room also known as the bathroom. Contrary to popular belief, high school bathrooms can be pretty clean, especially if you go to the ones behind the lunch room. They were mainly so clean because I was the only one that knew they existed, but, I enjoyed it just the same.

You don't enjoy it.

Shut it.

They don't like you because you've changed. They'd like you if you were like them.

I don't want to be like them.

Yes you do, you desperately want friends again Adeline. It's been almost 3 months since school started and you have no one.

I've got loads of friends.

Like?

Well... I've got you...

Exactly and we listen to our friends, right?

Right.

and we want more friends right?

I suppose.

So be like them. You don't need that sandwich. You aren't even hungry. Just drink the water and you can eat at home. Girls shouldn't eat in public.

I replied my usual "go to hell" while taking an enormous bite of my delicious burger.