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The Mirror

"I still don't see what you get in buying someone else's old junk." Genesis complained to her best friend, Jennifer. They had been best friends since kindergarten. Everyone called them 'The Jens', because both of their names started with the sound 'Jen', even if Genesis's name was spelled with a 'G'.

Genesis had shimmering blue-black hair of fine Egyptian lacquer. It was cut short to her head, but she planned on letting it grow out some day. Her black almond-shaped eyes had the slight tilt of a temperamental person and creamy gold-and-cinnamon skin covered her silk smooth face giving her the perfect, sandy complexion of a belle. She spoke with a slight Arab accent.

(To see a picture of Genesis go to: http://www.envy.nu/ancksite/genesis.html)

Her body was extremely narrow, almost to the point one would say anorexic. It could not be helped, the lighting-fast metabolism and twig-shaped body type was in her genes and in her blood. She was very tall, about five-foot-eight and her body consisted of mostly legs. She had muscle, though not enough to look like a sport-crazed tomboy, or even like a regular athletic, which wasn't what she wanted, either.

Despite her lank she moved with the steadiness and grace of a flowing river, the choreographic stride of a ballerina in flight. Her beauty had yet to be measured, yet she considered herself a scrawny twig that had grown to almost six feet in length over the short period of nineteen years. Her favorites pastimes were fencing and dancing, two activities her fluidly-moving body could do perfectly and had grown quite good at, despite natural talent.

Jennifer had sweeping pitch-black hair that shimmered in the sun, giving off a radiance of fiery beauty. It stretched to her back, and was as thick as molasses in winter. Her dark-brown Egyptian eyes lit up with laughter at almost any time possible, giving out the hearty look of an innocent schoolgirl joking with her friends. Mahogany-colored skin stretched over her porcelain facility face creased with laugh lines.

Jennifer's breadth was not as slim as Genesis's, but slender enough to make boys' heads turn. Her muscles showed quite plainly beneath her tank tops and skirts, the end result of a tomboy-turned-feminine. She walked with the confidence of an alpha male, the long, steady, and powerful strides of someone who knows who they are, where they are, and where they are going.

Her height was another one of her unique qualities. She stood at a gorgeous five-foot-eleven, towering above most of the boys she had wrestled with in her earlier days. Now that her years of growing were over, the nineteen-year-old could only wait for them to catch up to her.

Despite their differences, both girls were interested in (almost) the same things: boys, clothes, music, and Egypt. Genesis and Jennifer had both been born in Egypt before moving to the United States, Genesis at age two, Jennifer at age three, and they were both fascinated by the history of Ancient Egypt and usually spent most of their free time reading books on it. They were weekly customers to the Ancient Egyptian Museum.

One of the things Jennifer liked to do that Genesis didn't get was shop at garage sales. Both of their parents were fairly rich so why would she want someone's old junk? Jennifer replied by saying, "All that stuff in the museum was someone else's, yet every time we go there you say how much you'd like to own some of the jewelry." That shut Genesis up but she still didn't get it. Even so, every Saturday she and Jennifer would drive around looking at garage sales.

Today's sale was at a nice Arab man's house across town. He had lots of old junk, like a lamp with a hippopotamus as a base, and a string of necklaces with beads of ivory. Jennifer snooped through the bunch of various items until she came upon a full-sized mirror.

The oval-shaped object was about six feet tall. Around the outside of it, 3D golden lotus lilies stacked up on top of themselves.It was breathtakingly beautiful, and obviously Egyptian.

Jennifer exhaled as she playfully ran her fingers over the lotus lilies, feeling their absolute beauty and perfection. The mirror itself was dusty and cracked in several places, but this did not matter. It could be fixed. Jennifer was lost in the mirror's beauty and jumped when she heard a voice.

"You like it?" It was the old Arab man, "It's from Ancient Egypt. Made about 3000 years ago."

"Whoa. Cool. How much?"

The man studied the mirror. "It's solid gold, but since you're so pretty, you can have it for... fifty dollars."

Jennifer smiled. "Done." She extracted a bill from her wallet and gave it to the man.

Genesis walked over to Jennifer. "Whoa. You bought that? It looks Egyptian."

Jennifer nodded. "He said it was from Ancient Egypt. 3000 years old."

"Don't believe everything you're told, but still, it's cool. Anything Egyptian is cool."

She helped Jennifer load the mirror into the cab of her green 4x4, which had been a gift from her parents. They brought it back to the house they shared with three other girls: Janet, Stacy, and Marla.

Janet was a fiery curly-locked redhead with green eyes and freckles. She had moved from Texas and enjoyed gossiping, wearing cowboy outfits, and singing country while playing her guitar.

Stacy was a shy brunette with blue eyes. She was shy around most people, but not around people she knew, as in her roommates and dearest friends. She was very religious and everyone had to be careful not to swear around her, for fear of making her cry.

Marla was a pretty African-American girl who was big into fashion, gossip, and nightclubs. She loved eavesdropping and spying on almost anyone.

Each girl had their own room. Jennifer and Genesis together brought it into the house. Janet, Stacy, and Marla were watching T.V. in the living room.

"Whoa. Geez!" Janet said, "Where'd you get that?"

"Lemme guess," Marla said sarcastically, "A garage sale."

Genesis nodded as they brought the heavy mirror into the kitchen.

"I think it's due for a little polish." Stacy remarked.

"Yeah, sure. Let's clean it up." Jennifer replied.

The five girls spent the rest of the afternoon polishing, washing, and dusting the old mirror and listening to the radio. Soon it looked almost as good as new, besides the cracked glass and some chipped gold. They put it in Jennifer's room and had a snack.