This is horrible. I'm a bad writer. I'm really bored.
Sorry if you read there and you see error and just my crap that I called writing.........
Hi. I'm Sarah or-- Sarah's reflection as least. I'm the person Sarah sees everytime she looks in the mirror. Big blue eyes and unruly brown hair. Freckles that she despises for some reason and braces that have been there since she was nine.... I see that when she looks at me and vise versa.... Anyway. You're probably wondering, 'Why is a Reflection talking?'. Well.... Have you ever walked into a mirror? By accident. You probably think it's the glass that's preventing you from walk through.... Wrong. It's your reflection. See, mirrors are a portal that take you to a different dimension. A dimension that we, your reflections, are entitled to keep you from. You see, on the other side of your mirror is a place that is....horrid and... What's the word. Dystopian? Chaotic? We want you to stay away from that... So you're probably wondering, how in the heck do we follow your every move? Why are we always there when there's so much chaos here? Well.... It's rather complicated actually....
This is trash lol 😂😂😂 I cry.
