Amy yawned loudly. She blew a
brown curl out of her face and stood up, reluctant to begin another day. Then
her heart leapt. It was Saturday. No school. Thank goodness! She was too tired
for school and her brain was already aching with overuse. As always, she
shuffled to the mirror to inspect herself and see what damage sleeping had
done to her femininity.
“Ish.” Amy grimaced at the face
in the mirror. Mascara skeletons ran down her cheeks and her eyelids were swollen.
“Allergies.” She stuck out her tongue at her reflection. But to her shock, the
reflection didn’t stick out its tongue back. Horrified, Amy stared as she watched
the mirror girl blink. Amy hadn’t blinked. The reflection leaned forward and
pressed its hand to the glass of the mirror in the alternate room that still looked
exactly as Amy’s did only backwards. Spellbound, Amy pressed her own palm
gingerly up against the mirror where the other girl's hand rested . The girl smiled out at her. Her heart racing, Amy smiled back. She remembered her childhood
fantasy that the girl she saw in the mirror every day was alive and her friend.
She felt her heart fill with delight over finding it to be true!
Laughing, Amy jumped up and down excitedly.
But her hand remained. It started to burn. Her whole arm soon started to burn
and her fingers were melting into the mirror. The mirror Amy still smiled, but
her teeth flashed white and wicked and her green eyes turned yellow with the
fiendish glow of satisfaction. Amy began to scream as her arm was sucked into
the mirror and the pain crept steadily up into her flesh. The noise of
shattering glass cut into her eardrums and her whole body shook as blood
covered the mirror. Terrified, she tried desperately to extract her arm and
shoulder from the mirror before her face touched it, but the pressure on her
body only grew as she resisted. She felt the mirror swallow her up until her
lungs could no longer expand. Then there was nothing but the image of her own
leering face peering back at her from the world she had always known.
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