Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.
Marie Curie (1897-1956)
For most people, looking in a mirror is a frustrating thing. A mirror can only ever reflect who you are on the outside. It has no way of showing you who you are on the inside. For me, looking in a mirror doesn't hold any of this frustration. It shows me who I am inside, like a window to my inner self. And it is not just my mirror who can see this but anyone else who sees me. My greatest companion gave me this gift and now the whole world can see me for what I am.
My mirror was the first thing I unpacked when I moved to Forks. I put it up in the middle of the wall in mine and Brenda's bedroom.
"Our own room" Brenda sighed, lounging on her bed, the only part of the room that wasn't covered in boxes.
"I know" I agreed "No more sharing with the twins and their synchronized snoring!" I stepped back from the mirror to check it was hanging straight.
"Anyone would think you're so vain! The amount of time you spend in front of that mirror!" Brenda chuckled.
I laughed.
"That's only if they don't know me." I told her "But I suppose I am vain. If I'm feeling happy then I like how I look."
I peered at my hair in the mirror.
"Hm. Mainly ginger….but what on earth is this red streak doing here?" I exclaimed.
"You must be tired from all that flying" Brenda mused.
"I am." I agreed "I can't believe Anna made us fly all the way here. You must be exhausted- sababu travelling with the twins, Anna, Jimmy, their dragons and all the luggage then having to go back to Bresal only to fly back again with me!"
"Yeah. But the little ones would never have made it over here without falling asleep in the air. And you know Anna says we don't do enough flying since I learnt to project."
"It must be annoying for you. Having to not use your power." I gazed in the mirror, wondering how I'd ever managed without shape-shifting. I started to experiment with some different hair styles.
"I'm going to miss Bresal so much though!" Brenda sighed "I mean nothing exciting will happen over here"
"You could've stayed." I pointed out.
"Yeah…but" Brenda looked at the wall
"I know" I whispered. We both knew we would never leave our adopted family.