The Life In The Mirrior

The Life In The Mirrior

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Lyla wasn't the most popular person in her school nor the prettiest, besides from her best friend, Myka, she was very lonely. Any time she looked at a picture of herself or in the mirrior, she cried inside. Except for one stand up mirrior she had in her room. She loved that mirrior very much, for it was a gift from her passed on Grandmother. One day when Lyla gets so angry, she breaks the mirrior, then, something unexpected happens; she gets transported into the mirrior! And in a mirrior everything is turned around.
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The world expected her to be perfect. She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed. Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own. At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them. She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close. And then there was him. The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead. The boy who hated losing. And so did she. That was the problem. Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned. And she refused to be the one left in ashes.

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