Once upon a time - isn't that how all stories begin? With once upon a time, or long long ago, and maybe in a land far far away. But not this one. This story is here, and now. But for a story to have magic, it doesn't have to be a fantasy or a fairy tale. Because this story, although it's here and now, does. So here we go.
Susannah was alone; she was always alone. She didn't have a single friend in the world, and not even her family cared. But she didn't mind, because she had never lived for herself. She always found comfort in being alone. She would sit in her room for ours, using her imagination in all sorts of ways to lift herself out of the misery. But sometimes, she would just stare into the large mirror on the wall. Just stare, not looking at anything in particular, because there was never anything interesting to look at…
Mitch closed his eyes and rolled over onto his side. Sometimes he didn't know what he'd do without his family: Scott, Kirstie, Avi, and Kevin. But there were some things he never told them. Some tears he never let them see. His life had been full of trouble, ever since his parents had passed away. His older sister hadn't been talking to him for a whole year now.
Mitch groaned as his alarm clock went off; another restless night that ended much too early. He got up and walked over to his closet to pick out an outfit. He had to look nice today, because they were going to film a music video. After picking some black jeans and a green collared shirt, he slipped on his jacket. He turned around to leave, but then remembered his glasses and slipped them on. He glanced at himself in the mirror, and seeing what a mess his hair was, he grabbed his comb and fixed it. Then he stood there, mesmerized, staring into the mirror. He stood there for a while, lost somewhere far away in his thoughts. And thats when it happened. Mitch blinked; and when he opened his eyes, instead of his reflection, there was a girl. Now either one of two things had happened: a. - In between the time Mitch had closed and opened his eyes he had drastically changed or, b. - There was actually a little girl staring at him from his mirror. Mitch opted for the second. Of course, Mitch knew it must be a dream, but the girl looked just as confused as him, so he asked, "Who are you?"
Instead of answering the question, the girl asked, "How did you get in my mirror?" Mitch laughed, which seemed to confuse the girl even more.
"This is only a dream," he said, half to himself, half to her.
"Maybe," she responded, "but I must have passed out, because I was awake a few seconds ago."
Mitch looked up with a mixed expression of shock, annoyance and curiosity. "But this is my dream."
There was a long silence until she finally whispered, "Or not a dream at all."
"This is too real to be a dream," he said looking at her, "but to impossible to be real."
"My mom used to tell me that nothing was impossible. All you had to do was believe."
There was another silence before Mitch asked, "What's your name?"
"Susannah," she said quietly, "Your's?"
"Mitch."
"Mitch," she said smiling. That was the first time he had seen her smile. "My imaginary friend, Mitch." And then he blinked again, and just as fast as she had appeared, she was gone.
