A/N: Hello! I know I should be updating my other story, but... I wrote this for my exam today, but in Swedish, and I just really wanted to put it up here. The theme on the exam was a novel that started with the sentence 'Spegeln föll ur min hand.' which translates to 'The mirror fell out of my hand.'. So yeah. Here you go! Oh, and could you pleeeeeaaassssseeeee tell me what you thought of it? I'm a bit nervous for what grade I'll get, so...

Disclaimer: Me no own.

Regarding Smashed Mirrors and New Friends

The mirror fell out of my hand. I didn't react quickly enough and it hit the asphalt with a crash. It shattered and the pieces spread over the ground.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" came a boy's voice from my right, but I didn't even turn my head as I crouched down and started to pick up the shards.

"It's fine." I said and glanced over to the boy that was now shifting his weight between his feet about a meter away.

"I didn't mean to kick it this way. Are you sure it's okay? I could go and get a broom or something…"

"It's fine." I repeated as I put the last of the bigger pieces in my hand and stood up.

"Seven years of bad luck." Said another voice, which was brighter than the first, but still a boy's, and I turned to look at the both of them.

The first boy was a bit taller than average, but not tall enough for him to stand out, and he had short light brown hair. He seemed to be about my age. He had bright green eyes and his cheeks were splattered with freckles.

The other one was younger, maybe eleven or twelve years old. He was shorter than the first and his hair had a darker brown colour.

"Shut up, Sam!" said the older one and the younger – Sam – rolled his eyes and adjusted his grip of the football which he held under one of his arms.

"Hey," The older turned to me again with an apologetic smile. "I'm Dean Winchester. This is my annoying and superstitious younger brother Sam." He held out his right hand.

I stared at it for a second before I reached out and took it in my own.

"Castiel Novak." I said as I let go again.

"Castiel," Dean echoed. "Look, I'm really sorry about the mirror. It wasn't…" He hesitated for a moment. "It wasn't important or anything, was it?"

I blinked once. He looked so very nervous and guilty.

"It was my only memory of my father." I said.

His face paled visibly and his eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times without getting a sound out.

"I-I…" he finally stuttered.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled slightly, amused.

"I'm kidding. I bought it at a yard sale a couple of months back."

Dean blinked a few times and took a relieved breath.

"Thank God."

Sam broke out in laughter and his brother glared at him before grinning at me.

"You wanna come play with us?" he asked and I smiled sheepishly.

"I'm not very good…"

"Oh, that's fine, Sam isn't either." He said as he threw his arm around my shoulders.

"Hey!" Sam shouted, offended, but Dean ignored it and led me towards the field.

I smiled once again and threw the shards of the mirror in a trash can on the way.

Seven years of bad luck? Yeah right.

The End