Faulted Mirror

Chapter 1: Look Out

"Daisy, look! I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! I can fly!"

"Good job, Hunter!" I said laughing at my 6 year old sister.

She was swinging on the swing of the playground a few blocks from home. 'We just arrived here 15 minutes ago and she's already about to crack her head open.' I rolled my eyes at my own thought.

And then, I heard a short, high pitched scream.

It's coming from where Hunter's at.

"Daisy! Help! Help me!" What's happening? "Daisy!" I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move. I could hardly breathe. "Help!" she cried. "Hunter. Oh no, Hunter!" I screamed-- RING RING-- suddenly the sun was shining in my eyes.

"It was just a dream." No. I thought. It was real, just not today. I turned to my bedside lamp, saw it was only 7 o'clock in the morning, and heaved a heavy sigh. 'I don't need to be at school until 9.' As I was trying to drift back into a slumber, I realized I wasn't going to make it as far into the slumber as I hoped.

At this, I got up to take a once over of my appearance. My long brown hair was disheveled in a mess atop my head, my tank top and pajama pants in awry on my body, and I was freezing from head to toe. I snatched a clean towel from the hallway closet and made my way back to my room into the adjoined bathroom. I was always glad to have this adjoined bathroom. I do not enjoy cleaning up after people. It's a little lonely and scary, though. I turned the hot water faucet and listened to the rush of the waters for a couple minutes waiting, allowing the water to warm up. As soon as the water was at a good hot-to-cold ratio, I hopped into the shower and let the water run down my frigid body. Alex was already at school, so I had the entire house to myself for the next hour.

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Making my way toward the school I could see the large groups of students. Some were leaning across cars yelling back and forth, some were sitting around on the grass waiting for classes to start. A small group of artists were painting the isle leading to the front steps of the school as a way to make us seem more welcoming and easing anxiety ridden individuals into the building. I remember hearing about the meetings when the administration had first been approached with this project. The discussion lasted for about a month and 2 petitions were getting passed around while waiting for the approval. You could imagine the joy that ran through their veins when the project had finally gotten its blessing.

I walked up the soon to be painted steps of Emeric High School minding my own business. The windows were covered in posters and flyers promoting events we would be hosting. I quickly opened the large glass doors that seemed to be the only empty space on the walls. The door made a small squeak urging me to move faster. Keeping my head at an even level to see where I'm headed while avoiding any sort of awkward eye contact, I could see the rusted nails on the corner of the paled magenta lockers and the people aggressively pulling the locks to open them due to their old age. The bee line to my own wasn't that difficult to navigate since it was located near the front just across from the stairs to the second floor. When I opened my locker, a strange piece of folded paper gracefully fell to the floor. And then another, and another, and one more after that. How peculiar. I put them back into my locker to open later until I noticed that one of them was from Alex. What a dinglehopper. He easily could've texted me.

Coach took our phones. I won't be able to walk after, have practice all week (not Thursday) & a game on Friday. Stay safe, text me when you get home.

Love you ♡

- Big bro Alex

How annoying, but the love will never be lost. Not again.