This piece is well i'm not sure what its about..it was made for my lit class...and well its also my reading piece for when the jr. lit class has their reading which is coming up in two weeks...please tell me what you think..because i am reading this to a bunch of people...

so that means ...please R&R!!thanks!

--Cho

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Piece B-3/ Reading Piece

There is still chaos in you as I stare into your eyes. They are dark with the pain of the past and hope for the future. I see your face and it’s as pale as that of a china dolls. It is so beautiful and white with the reflection of the days’ rays on your face. I touch your hair and it’s the feeling of silk under my thin fingers. It shines dark as a raven’s feather.

I look towards the mirror and there I see you again except you are me and I am you. I look away, afraid and scared. When I look back though, there you are again, in my reflection looking back at me with those eyes of chaos; dark as though I am falling in a well that goes so long that I lose myself in its darkness and when I finally land in the cold water, I look up and I see you look back at me with those eyes that shine pain and revenge; hollow without emotions besides those.

My eyes widen in fear as I see a small smirk form on your porcelain face and you’re hands are moving the heavy cover of this well that I fell in.

It’s dark in here, and when I look around there is a mirror and there I see you with a chilling smile wearing my clothes and laughing with my friends, and I finally feel myself disappearing into this dark well as I watch you live my life. I can feel the boney fingers of those in hell pulling me in as I watch you. I try hard to stay afloat but then before my arms tire and I let those boney hands bring me down, I see you look at me and have that small smirk when you left me in this well, and you mouth “I’ve won.”