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What if behind your mirror, there was another world? A world completely identical to the one you live in, with just a few changes? What if one day, you reached through your mirror and felt another person mirroring your movements, an identical image of you?

school. the time of year everyone dreads, the first day of school. for the fangirl, the last day of summer means a night packed with a glowing screen and dark circles the next morning. but on this night, this particular last night of summer, she could get a choice. to click, or not to click?

I used to be able to stare off into space and not know where I was looking. I would stare and I wouldn't stare at anything in particular. it was like I was staring in the space between places, the space inbetween.

I wrote sarcasm as my only defense. She said sarcasm has no place in society. I said, well I guess I'm an outcast.

"I shouldn't be worried about finances at this age." "You also shouldn't know how to drive at this age. But I guess that's why you're such a genius, and we can figure it out together."