Twisted

I stormed through the school building as fast as my legs could take me (not very fast since the accident). I glance at the hallway hoping, praying that it would be empty. It was.

I was late.
Very late
Extremely late.

I ran towards my locker and opened it without hesitation. I grabbed my history book and shoved my bag into the locker making my makeup kill fall out revealing my broken mirror. My long brown curls were disheveled from all the running and my hazel green eyes seemed dead. Little did I know that that face was going to change the world forever.