Mirrors

Chapter 3

"Ha ha, funny joke. No way that happened to you!"

"It's true!"

"You probably felt the mirror wrong, and a trick of the light!"

"I'm telling you, I know what happened!"

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

"Alright then!"

*five minutes later*

"Um, can we use the one with more than one stall?"

"Stalls. Stalls are good."

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My best friend and I stood in front of the girls' room mirror.

"You know you're just making a fool of yourself?" she asked me smugly.

"I know what I'm doing!" I whispered sharply back, grinding my teeth. I loved her, but sometimes she really got on my nerves.

I breathed, then nodded at my reflection. Katria and hers rolled their eyes. I shoved my hand at the glass, which only rebounded it back at me.

"Ooowwwww!!!" I screeched.

"Ha!" Katria grinned, "I told you! Now would you give it up?"

I rubbed my hand and grimaced at my reflection, "Yeah, alright."

As we walked out the door-less doorway, I couldn't help but question what had happened to me that weekend. I looked back at the mirror. Why? I mouthed at my reflection.

She didn't mouth it back.

I looked quickly at my friend, but she wasn't paying any attention. I decided to just drop it and not bother her.

I thought about that weekend and bathroom visit all through my classes. I drew doodles of hands and mirrors, which barely anyone could interpret; I'm not exactly an artist. It was continuously at the back of my mind.

When I went home that day, I immediately wanted to brush my teeth after dinner.

"Well someone suddenly is interested in their oral health!" my dad called after me as I raced to the bathroom.

But truth is, my running had nothing to do with my teeth. I instantly tapped and prodded at the mirror, making faces, doing hand tricks, anything that I thought would make my reflection do something different. Nothing. Well, maybe something could've happened; my faces weren't exactly looking straight. I frowned disappointedly.

"Sweetie!" my mom eventually called, "You're taking a while, are you okay?" I realized my attempts had taken quite some time. I shoved the toothbrush in my mouth and turned on the sink.

"Yuh mumm," I mumbled through the brush, "Um fun, jush bean shuwoah!"

"What was that, dear?" my mother asked.

I spat out the brush and toothpaste, "I'm fine, I said, I'm just being thorough!"

I brushed my mouth out, staring my reflection down hard. It did nothing but what I did. When I finished, I sighed. I really must be going crazy, I thought within myself. Such a fool I thought I was. I was going to forget the past events, no matter what. They had never happened. Not to me.

Oh, but they had totally happened.
And I was about to find out just how very sane I really was.