This is me in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. I frowned at my self and then keep on frowning. Then the door opened and my junior brother entered.

"Why are you looking at the mirror ?"he asked putting his hand on his chin.

"To see how beautiful I am. "I replied smiling now.

He huffed as he glare at me. "But why does the mirror keeps telling me the opposite. "

I immediately turned to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier you're friends with the mirror? I wouldn't have bother looking at my awful face on the mirror like this. "And now frowning, I point to the door. "If I knew you're a betrayer, I would have disown you as my brother. Now out!! "I screamed at him and he couldn't help giggling.

"I thought you were just admiring the mirror instead "he said as he left my room. I hate my brother for telling me  this truth..

After he left, I turned to face the mirror again and this time with a hard face. "Why can't you cheer me up at least!! Must you be so wicked? "

That's Why I hate looking at the mirror.