Mirrors
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Last published Wed, Apr 27, 2016
I placed my hand upon the mysterious piece of furniture upon the wall. I saw my reflection. I gasped and took a step closer. The weird thing mimicked me. I blinked and didn't get to see it blink. I opened my mouth. It did the same thing. I tilted my head very confused. Then I heard the front door's knob twist and open. I gasped. I wanted this. It was mine. I began to put my other hand on it and immediately began to sink in. The other side began to panick. I screamed as a woman with blue eyes and beautiful brown wavy hair ran to my side. She scooped me out and slammed the item down. "You know you're not supposed to touch things like that!"
I whimpered and began to sob, "Momma, why am I different?"
"Now child, different is good. You just need to control your gifts."
I blinked innocently as my eyes flamed with gold, orange, and green. I had orange wavy hair that was just right above my waist. I turned to her again, "Was that other person me?" I never knew what I looked like other than drawings.
She nodded, and began to speak full of concern, "Yes it is. It's called a Mirror. They show reflection."
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