Chapter Eleven

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Annabel went on next. She has an amazing hair: wavy brown that stops at her shoulder. She's wearing denim shorts and a floral top.

  "I'm Annabel, Anna for short...", she began but my mind drifted off to something else: the door behind me.

It looks like there's another room inside this attic and curiosity is killing me to know what's in there. I try to tell Sophie, but it looks like she's so engrossed in Anna's story. So I get up and crawl to the door. Since we both sat at the back, and everyone is forward, no one could see or notice me.

I open the door slowly (thank God it didn't creak) and continued to crawl in until I was fully in the room. I closed the door and absorbed all that was in the room. It was filled with boxes and party stuffs. Hmm! I have to check what's in the box. What's gonna be in the box? body parts? guns? drugs? there's only one way to find out out. I did check it and found nothing but costumes - plenty and different kinds of outfits in all the boxes. There were masks and dresses and so on. I wonder if Miss Paige is a movie director.

I picked up a yellow beautiful hat and put it on. It has a bit of weight. Weird. Anyway it suits me well, so I walk over to a large beautifully decorated mirror. I hadn't even noticed it before. I took in it's beauty and got a strange aura from it. It looks like there are some writings engraved on the mirror frame but I shrug it off.
     I admire the hat on me and I began to act like a musician performing on stage. I then removed the hat and waved it as my final performing act, but I waved it with so much force that it flew straight, straight to the mirror.

Oh no! it's gonna make it fall and break or something. I watched with wide eyes and had my fingers crossed, too scared to even move in case I can catch the mirror from falling. I was stuck with fright. If anything happens here, I'll be the biggest creep here to Gillian, Lia, Ciara, Lance and Annabel. Miss Paige might throw me out of her house and tell me never to return. Or worse, Sophie might leave me forever.
   Oh God let the mirror be stable! It's as if everything happened in slow motion and I watched in shock, as the hat went inside the mirror and vanished.

What! am I seeing well? I think I need to visit the doctor. I rub my eyes like I always see people do in movies to be sure of what they're seeing and looked again. Thank goodness nothing is damaged here. It can't be, the hat must be around here somewhere...I checked behind the mirror but saw nothing. Maybe it's just an illusion or am I hallucinating? Is this a shoot that I'm in? I look around; nope, no cameras.

I begin checking all the boxes and everything else I saw but no sign of the hat. Is it what I think it is? I guess there's only one way to find out. I stepped forward to the mirror and slowly stretched my hand forth to the mirror and like magic, it sank inside it. What on Earth is that? some scientific stuff? I withdraw my hand immediately and left the room still quietly. I whispered to Sophie, "we need to go. Now!"

  "What why?" she asked clearly perplexed, "what's going on?"

  "I'll tell you later. Let's leave now".

  "Alright, I'm coming."

She got up and dusted her jeans. "Umm...were sorry but we have to leave now", she said.

  "Already?" Gillian asked.

  "So sorry, but yes. Something came up and we have to leave immediately and see to it". I say. I think the shock has triggered me to talk without stammering. Even Sophie is suprised.

  "Okay", Gillian said, "we'll see you again sometime?"

  "Sure. Definitely". I say and held Sophie's hand and she waved at them. When we were out Sophie asked; "Becky what's up with you?"

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