Stories

Hid from the mirror

The girl who does ralk

Charity house.
A woman goes inside of the room where there were babies between 1 and 9 months. She looked at a girl. Her eyes were bright blue, almost white. Her hair was white blond. Her face was clean and innocent.

"I will acquire this one", she says. The woman that was walking next to her nobs her head and takes the baby.

"Thank you", the woman was wearing a big black hat. And you couldn't really see her face, just her cherry lips and snowy face. She had a slight australian accent, which helped her look.
The woman got out of the car with the baby girl and entered the mention.

...six years later...

This girl lived normaly, there was this small thing tho that made her different. She wasn't allowed to get close to a mirror.

"Mrs. Waldman?"

"Yes darling?", the woman looked up from her book.

"Can i get some break?", the woman took off her glasses and smiled. After the girl got up she put them back and continued reading.

"Diane? This september i am taking you to school", mrs Waldman said. This shock the little girl. "Aw you will be adequated"

Diane nobbed... she climbed the stairs and layed on the bed in her room staring at the selling.

A few months past. Mrs Waldman had sighed the little girl in a private school. She told them what she didn't want her girl to go near to and do. The school accepted all of her needs. The covered all the windows and removed the mirrors in the bathrooms and offices. The photographers were informed not to take pictures of Diane. The parents, which were going to be in her class, were also told. Most of them didnt agree with mrs Waldman ways, but they have no word in this child because it is not thiers.

The first 4 years in school passed well, until her classmates found out about her mom rules and about being adopted. No one in the school was allowed with a phone, ipad or computer.

"You are ugly!", the started saying "No one will ever like you!", "You are slutty!"

Diane never heard of the word "mirror". She never knew that there is a way to see herself.

Years past... The kept standing straight and strong against the words. Mrs Waldman had though her to be gental, respectful, reaponsible and grateful for what she has and not be sad for what she doesn't own. Because she could be on a worse place.

Diane graduated a few days ago, she still hasn't seen her long light blond hair and white blue eyes. Her beautiful clean face and long legs, this was still a secret. She wasn't curious at all to see herself. Mrs Waldman has told her that she is gorgeous and that is all she needed.

"Mrs Waldman? Do you want me to make you some tea?"

"No darling, i am able to do it on my own!" She responded.

"You can not walk well, let me do it. You go and lay down"

Waldman was in her 60s. She was struggling with disease, which was slowly killing her. Diane knew that and she did all in her power to make her feel better.

"Darling? Can you play me on the piano some mo-?", the woman voice cracked.

"Yes, ofcourse!", after the girl gave Mrs Waldman the tea she sat on the big black piano. The sound of it was fabulous, she started moving her long fingers through the keys. First time she started playing was at the age of 5. Her mother insisted she knew how to play the piano. She was also thought the violin.