come on, you've got to see this i'd always tell all my friends before dragging them upstairs into my bedroom. i would thrust them before my innocent looking full-length mirror. chipped white wood, a design chiseled into the stand, and shorter than me. no one ever understood why it was so special. always absentmindedly staring into this extraordinary ordinary mirror while sitting at my desk, i soon discovered its magic. when i gazed into the glass, i saw a different me. not different enough that i wouldn't recognize her, but different all the same. blonder hair, bluer eyes, clearer skin, a more delicate frame. the minute details that would make me more confident in my appearance. at first i thought i had just matured over night, growing into my body. but after running to the bathroom mirror and my parents' mirror, i knew this wasn't the case. i didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. i returned to my mirror, this magic mirror, once my favorite mirror, and shattered the thin layer of glass. as special as it was to see myself in this way that no one else could, i didn't want to be stuck on that version of myself. i didn't want to be the girl in the mirror if i would never actually be her.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! Just like my poem from yesterday, this isn’t inspired by my life, which made it interesting to write. It’s also a bit of a longer piece. Let me know if you have any feedback on this piece or any writing challenges for me to try out in the future. Stay safe and healthy.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 