The Mirror   ( ON HOLD)

The Mirror ( ON HOLD)

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The Mirror is a story about a family that just moved from Colorado to California. The smallest of the family is a little girl at the age of five, named Nicolette Celine Cade. Nicolette, or should I say Nicole, one ay stumbles upon a secret door on a tree in the woods. Nicole soon finds out that the door leads to a little underground room underneath the tree. She finds a mirror and key just lying on the floor. Nicole tried to find different ways to somehow find the right thing for the key, but came up with nothing in the end. Nicole grows up to be a sixteen year old girl and forgets about the mirror and the secret room, but one day when she's having a hard day and goes walking in the woods she finds it again. She learned where the key went and why there was a secret door in the tree and also goes on an awesome adventure with things you couldn't even imagine, but what will happens when she learns the real reason why she was the one to find the door and why they need HER. keep reading to find out!
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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