A/N: Hey! It's me: Monica/SC/superchic212212/Prism/whatever you call me! I would like to ask anyone who is reading this to quickly go to my profile and take my poll: Whether or not I should change my name from superchic212212 to Prism. It doesn't take much time, and I would be very grateful if you did! Thank yous in advance!
Reflection
"Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?"
She looked in the large mirror that spread across the wall of the room, staring at her reflection. Everyone else had left and now she was left all alone in the ballet studio. Her purple leotard and purple duffel bag filled with equipment for whatever sports practice she had next screamed "Holt," but inside, she didn't feel like a Holt.
A Holt would never dream of doing something as pansy as ballet, but she wasn't like the rest of the Holts. She wasn't as muscular as her twin, and she was softer, emotionally. She didn't quite fit in with the rest of her family, even though she looked like she should. They didn't know she was taking ballet. What would they say if they ever found out? Would she be thrown out of the family?
She simply took one final glance at the outer reflection she saw of herself, standing alone next to the bar, and went to grab her purple duffel. Some day, she would figure all of this out, but not today. This was going to be something to think about at several ballet classes. If Rome wasn't built in a day, then Reagan wouldn't be built in a day, either.