As I turn to leave my room for school I stop at the mirror, my long sleeve shirt is just long enough to cover up the bruises on my arms, but the ones on my neck and face are still visible. I look horrible.
"Mirror mirror on the wall" I say out loud to myself "who's the fairest of them all?" I raise my hand and meet my hands reflection in the mirror.
"Obviously not you" Mirror me says back "your bruises are still to noticeable and you are just going to get laughed at the whole entire time you are out there, cause you know kids can speak freely when Dominic isn’t around. And they are going to take advantage of that because you look like walking death." It’s just a mirror who cares what it says. I make eye contact with myself.
"I could break you right now if I wanted too, I really could. But I am going to be the bigger person here!" I open my door and I see Martha standing there. I know she heard me speaking to myself, I know she is worried about me.
"What are you just standing there for? Don’t you have work to do?" I say to her. Martha is another person that I talk to, lucky her. Martha nodded her head and then walked away. I go to the garage. What car shall I drive to school today? Shall I make all the kids jealous and drive my mom’s Ferrari or should I just go with the everyday Corvette? Let’s go with my car, the rundown beaten up Volkswagen then I’ll fit right in. Even though it is the oldest and most run down dirty car that we have, I love it. It is my favorite. It just came back from the mechanics a few days ago.
It takes me five minutes to get to school. I hate to listen to music but let’s turn on the radio shall we? The minute I turn it all I hear is this Christian radio crap, "Jesus we’re living for you name." before I change the channel. I don’t even know why people listen to the stuff. If you are going to waist you time listening to music it might as well be music that actually means something. I pull into the school parking lot. I can already feel the stares on the back of my head. This is going to be a long day.
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"Mirror mirror on the wall" I say out loud to myself "who's the fairest of them all?" I raise my hand and meet my hands reflection in the mirror.
"Obviously not you" Mirror me says back "your bruises are still to noticeable and you are just going to get laughed at the whole entire time you are out there, cause you know kids can speak freely when Dominic isn’t around. And they are going to take advantage of that because you look like walking death." It’s just a mirror who cares what it says. I make eye contact with myself.
"I could break you right now if I wanted too, I really could. But I am going to be the bigger person here!" I open my door and I see Martha standing there. I know she heard me speaking to myself, I know she is worried about me.
"What are you just standing there for? Don’t you have work to do?" I say to her. Martha is another person that I talk to, lucky her. Martha nodded her head and then walked away. I go to the garage. What car shall I drive to school today? Shall I make all the kids jealous and drive my mom’s Ferrari or should I just go with the everyday Corvette? Let’s go with my car, the rundown beaten up Volkswagen then I’ll fit right in. Even though it is the oldest and most run down dirty car that we have, I love it. It is my favorite. It just came back from the mechanics a few days ago.
It takes me five minutes to get to school. I hate to listen to music but let’s turn on the radio shall we? The minute I turn it all I hear is this Christian radio crap, "Jesus we’re living for you name." before I change the channel. I don’t even know why people listen to the stuff. If you are going to waist you time listening to music it might as well be music that actually means something. I pull into the school parking lot. I can already feel the stares on the back of my head. This is going to be a long day.
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