Chapter One

I wake up in my sweat soaked sheets in my familiar blue room. As I stand up, I grow dizzy. I manage to still myself. Then I look into the mirror across from my bed and scream. The gorgeous girl looking back wasn't me!

I shut my mouth. I did not need Lillyanne or Mom coming in and seeing this. When I move my hand to cover my mouth, so does the angelic girl in the mirror. I reach up to stroke my silky blonde hair, and the girl in the mirror does too. It was surreal. When her perfectly tanned hand moves in the mirror, my hand controls the movement. We had sparkly blue eyes, the only thing that I know is the same. I had somewhat pretty blue eyes before and here they were staring back at me, the only similarity between the model in front of me and and myself. I mean, all dramatics aside, I could kind of recognize myself but this was a blossomed, groomed version. What has happened? Looking down, I am wearing a nightgown and have the same features as the mirror-girl-the beautiful hair, the tan skin, all of it. A nightgown? I never wore nightgowns, so this was an oddity. But still, how could that matter when I look so awesome?

I suddenly realize the date. How could I forget, even if it was only for a few minutes, my own birthday?

I rush into Mom's room and shout, "WAKE UP, I'M FIFTEEN!" Mom doesn't move a muscle. Confused, I shake her. She feels cold. I scream.

Lillyanne runs in. "What the hell was that all about?" she asks. I tell her and she comes closer. Lilyanne shrieks at the top of her lungs, hurting my ears.

We scream in harmony for a moment before I shake out of my stupor enough to check Mom's pulse. When I feel no heartbeat, I shed a tear. I'm not a sob-my-eyes-out kind of girl so it is quite the occasion when I cry. Lillyanne, who knows this well, lets her own tears fall at the revelation of our dead mother.

I have absolutely no idea what to think. I can't think of any probable causes of death-she was healthy as far as I knew. When I look back at Lillyanne, she is on the phone with the hospital. She looks utterly lost and her usually pretty face is screwed into an expression of grief. I run a hand through my hair and realize that in all this craziness that I forgot all about my new appearance. Lilly looks too distracted to notice but once everything calms down I know I will face her confusion. In a matter of minutes my 15th birthday is ruined and destroyed beyond compare. I mean, my mom wasn't by a long stretch the nicest person to me but only a truly heartless person wouldn't care about this.

Happy Birthday to me.

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