The Story With No Name Chapter 1Starting high school has never been easy for anyone, I know. But in a whole new city? Hell, a new state? It's bad enough being a freshman, but I just wish we'd stayed in New York. Instead we HAD to move to the middle of nowhere, Ohio. Mom calls it "quaint" but it's better described as boring and isolated.
It's not that I think I'll be "alone" or anything; I've never had problems with making friends. I just really like the concept of being less than 30 minutes from a major city. Here, I'm lucky if I'm 30 minutes from a Walmart. Not exactly my style. Despite all my complaints though, I still have to go to school. I've been trying all morning to get my mom to let me skip today, but she's not buying. Guess I'll have to bite the bullet and just go. There's no real point anyways. I mean I'm already up at this ungodly hour.
I have to walk two blocks to my bus stop and the bus decides to already be 10 minutes late. Once we get there the principal greets us at the door and tells everyone to go
PlasterI haven't eaten today.
I didn't mean to, it just happened.
Oddly enough I'm not upset about it.
Maybe if I keep it up I could lose-
I can't think that way.
Alright, so I can't do that.
What can I do though?
I feel so...empty.
That's because I didn't eat.
But really it's not.
It's got nothing to do with eating.
It's got to do with that damned mirror.
It keeps staring at me.
Or is it me staring back at it?
I can never tell.
Maybe if I covered it somehow it would stop staring.
Sheets over it don't work.
I can feel it's glare puncture my skin.
Maybe if the image was marred with...
Don't say it.
It's hardly opaque.
In fact I can see right through it.
She looks much prettier now.
Everything looks prettier when it's rose tinted, isn't that what they say?
And this red is as close to a rose as anything else.
Please stop it.
But if I just-
But I hate the mirror girl so much.
I feel awful lately.
I could change that.
But I've tried