Reflection

A mirror. That was the main attraction at the local museum. It didn't appear to be a piece of art but it was.

The girl stood there staring into the mirror's endless depths with cold brown eyes. She was an odd girl. Adults often said that she was wise beyond her years. It was if an elderly woman bore the shape of a teenager. However, they were all blind to the cost of this wisdom.

She rarely spoke but when she did, it was calm and calculated words. Her concentrated gaze broke through any masks or facades. In front of the mirror, she stood alone as the rest of her class was boarding the bus to go home. For some reason, she couldn't leave the mirror and was somehow drawn to it.

No one came looking for her nor did they even notice she was gone. The bus left the museum in complete ignorance. Her classmates sat in excitement, talking rapidly and non-stop.

By time she realized the bus already left, it was too late. She sighed and continued to look on at the mirror. The reflection of herself. However, when she looked at it this time, all she saw was her flaws. She became enraged and shattered the mirror with her fist. Sobbing, she slid down to sit, back facing the wall, on the ground. In complete isolation.

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The Tragedy of School

At school there is the cliché of peer groups because of the human nature to be gregarious. At the front of the classroom of twenty, sat the smart kids and the preps who wanted their teacher's favor. In the middle, the jocks were hurdled together as the punks were easily assimilated to them. And at the very back were the angst ridden teens and the loners. It was the same old routine but what would happen if that changed?

The girl did not wish to move and have to start over at a new school but it was inevitable. Her trained cold eyes easily scanned over the room. In return, her new classmates study her as well.

She was no athlete but was not bloated either. Despite her slightly bigger frame, everything else was in logical proportion creating a balance. Her clothes were dark and punkish but she lacked the troublemaker personality. Her intelligence was slightly higher than average but she was no Einstein. She wasn't a loner by situation but rather by choice. She had no need to rely on other people because she couldn't trust other people as much as herself. Constant noises gave her head a headache, she wished she was at the sanctuary of her home.

As she walked towards the only chair left, her classmates slightly shifted away from her. They were shocked that such a person existed. Instantly, they took their anger out on her in different ways. From condescending insults to bare fists, she faced alone. No one cared enough to stand up for her.

In the very end, all that was left of her,

was a beautiful corpse laid in the,

never-ending barren of the desert.

These two one shots are a repost from my blog on myspace.