OMG it's been like years - okay not really but still!!! How have you all been? Nice, nice, ew not so nice, so if you know and if you don't I have a new account (killinisfun) and I've became a way better writer cuz I look at these stories and I shutter and kinda wanna trash them to save myself embarrassment.

WHY I UPDATED: I'm redoing Mirror Mirror on the Wall and I also renamed it Reflection - OH and by the way I'm sending it off soooon to get it (hopefully) pulbished!!!!!! YAY!

My FIRST story ever on Wattpad and my FIRST to hit the streets.... I've grown so big.... (cries)

SO anyways thanks for reading this update, and the NEW verson of the First Chapter is bellow!!!! ENJOY THE REWRITE and tell me what you all think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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REFLECTION

Chapter 1

My mom gave me the mirror. It was back when she use to care about me, about what I did, or what kind of grades I got. Over the years my mom, or Jen, as she likes, has changed. Now the only thing she cares about is her boyfriend Rick and the next dinner party they were to attend.

If I was to say I didn't care about that fact I'd be lying. What seventeen year old wants their mom to forget about them, to stop looking in their rooms to make sure they were there and not at some party, or smelling their breath at random moments to see if the tattle tale stench of a cigar was still lingering inside... but no matter how much Jen changed the mirror stayed the same. As did I - I look in the same shiny mirror hanging on my wall with it's silver rim and I'd still see the slightly slim, gray-eyed, brown haired girl I saw last year and the year before that.

"Cindy?" I looked up to see my best friend, okay, only friend, Liz. Liz grinned at me cheekily and then danced ahead - following the line of hungry students - all had their attention on three things. 1) Food, obviously 2) Who was kissing who in the hallway this morning (something about a freshman seeing the gym teacher kiss Monica Miley - the school slut) and 3) Mira Harley the "Queen Bee" of the school you could say.

"I am so hungry!" Liz moaned eyeing the chicken that was slowly being passed from oven, to tray, pass four other cooks putting random food objects on - if they were food... you can never be to sure... and finally to the waiting student.

"Your always hungry," I pointed out smiling just a little at my friend. Liz was blond haired and super thin - which is weird because she eats as much as a man. Today her blond hair was pulled back and curled. Liz's tank top was against school rules but none of the teachers cared enough to tell her to change.

That's just the way it is in Evergreen, Maine - not one person cared about you but your friends... and sometimes even then...

"Girl, you okay?" Liz asked snapping her fingers in my face. Of course I jerked back and hit a hard, broad, chest... oh no... I was held into this chest so many times I didn't even need to turn around to make sure - then again Liz's face drained of color, which old me I was completely right.

"Watch it, Dork!" Brad Brown sneered as he wiped at his blue polo shirt like someone would try and wipe off dirt or sand. Brad's brown eyes glared at me with such hatred that it was hard not to run away... like I always ended up doing...

"Go to Hell, Brad!" The sad thing is I didn't say it. Liz could have easily had tons of friends and could have had a pretty good life... all she had to do was tell me she never wanted to be my friend again - and for someone who wanted to be In so badly... walking away was very hard.

"Shut up - I saw you last night... what were you doing down at the Ritz - sleeping with strange men again?" Mira came to Brad's rescue. I may not be well liked, and Liz may not be well liked for liking me, but no one get's away with hitting a girl, and knowing Brad, he would have knocked Liz into next week clean... that's a star running back for you.

"No, I was at Cindy's being a good girl - you really shouldn't talk about yourself in third person, and so naughty!" Liz faked a gasp, "I hope you don't kiss your daddy's cheating mouth with a mouth like yours... then again I'm sure you'd both be fine since your records are pretty close... well like they say, 'like father like daughter!' shame too." Liz finished smirking in victory as Mira's eyes got wide... then they turned red... this would not end well.

"If you want a freaking slut then why don't you find Cindy's mom - I saw her last night and guess who with..." Mira didn't give anytime for guessing, "Mr. Zee - guess that's how little Cindy got into this school, huh?" Mira smirked her red lip lifting in amusement as she flicked her black hair off her shoulder.

I ran - but not before Mira's tauting voice called out, "I also remember seeing her with Blake!" Then the roar of laughter that followed me for my mom's slutty behavior. It was true - my mom did sleep around... but long ago for money after my father left us on the street for another woman... and for a new daughter.

Tears fell from my eyes and I brushed them away roughly in anger. Anger at my dad for leaving, and anger at my mom for what she had to so to get food on the table. I am a scholarship student for Evergreen Greenwell High - and Mira nor anyone else was not going to let me forget it.

I reached my busted, worn-out, over-used car which I had named Mix because in truth it was tons of cars ripped apart and redone badly and sold for why much more money that it was worth... but cheaper than buying a car that actually had heat, air, and a back seat... Mix didn't come with one - just an sheet covering the hard plastic where the seats should have been. To make it worse it smelt like forty day old pizza and solid socks. Despite all the bad I was just glad I didn't have to walk.

After twisting the key four quick times it roared to life - sounding like a dying whale and a loud rifle going off at the same time. I patted the chipped off red paint that covered Mix and cooed at her in my head so she wouldn't die again and leave me to this mad place. Thankfully enough, she ran nearly smooth out of the parking lot, besides bucking and whining as she did so.

I drove Mix away from school and the nicely cut lawns. It was one block - that was all it took... one minute nice, happy, town and the next creepy poor town. I grimaced to myself when I remembered I'd left Liz to deal with Brad and Mira alone... not that I was much help to began with... but still - support is support.

I stopped Mix outside my two bedroom home. The lawn was over-grown, the patched path was cracked and had bright green weeds popping up through them. One of the three windows was busted from a baseball a kid threw at it because of pure meanness. I sighed slipping the key out from my pocket and stepping into the house. Mom was not home - if she was the radio would be blasting 80's rock and my mom would have the whole place smelling like cigars and beer.

I frowned and walked up the creaky stairs. I knew better than to grab onto the rail which had mounts of dust sitting on top of it - the railing was completely unstable and seemed to have been put there for show and nothing more. I followed the white walls, and every-so-often black or brown spots, to my small room.

My bed was in one corner, the black cover making me feel even more depressed and it also felt the hospital-like walls were closing in. Besides my bed, my small window, and my three drawer dresser, there was the mirror. The mirror still stood on the wall, held in by the nail my mother had drove in when she bought the place. I found myself moving closer and closer - until I could see myself.

Brown hair on my shoulders, a shirt of All Time Low, my gray eyes... I had asked where I got them... my eyes... but my mother had refused to answer - like the truth on where my eyes came from bothered her to no end. I knew they weren't my dads, so it left me to wonder about the set of grandparents I had never met. I doubt I would ever meet them anyway.

All of the sudden a bounce of anger ran threw my veins. Why had my mother turned on me, why was it Mira and Brad's goal to destroy me, why did Liz give up her high school dream for me, why why why - why did my life suck?

I punched the mirror. It shocked me as I watched in slow motion the mirror shatter, covering everything and me in glass. I saw the glass bounce off the blue flooring and watched the rest of the mirror follow slowly after. The mirror shattered - the silver frame broke in half. It took another second for everything to become still again.

"OW!" I yelled - talk about late reaction... I pulled my hand up towards my face for evaluation. Blood flowed from my white knuckles which seemed to have taken the full blow of my attack. I was in shock since I had never punched anything before... then I felt light headed. I had never done well with blood and I guessed it was finely coming back to haunt me.

I knew I should try to clean the wound, or maybe call 911 but instead I walked over and laid on my bed. I held my bleeding, sore, hand with the other on my pillow and let my eyes close. My breathing slowed has I slowly fell asleep...

I was not asleep long before a loud, ear piercing, scream rang through, making my head ring slightly with a head ache I really didn't want. My eyes cracked open to be insulted with pink - pink carpet, pink walls, pink blanket....

"AH!" I jumped up off the bed that felt like my bed... just didn't look like my bed. My heart was pounding in my chest as I came face to face with someone I'd never seen before... never seen outside of a mirror...

Myself.

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So again thank you all very much, I just love the redoing - better than the first. SO I'm adding things, taking things out, and if it gets passed in a few months I'll let you all know :D

WISH US LUCK!!!!! ( Us - the book and me)

- Ally