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Chapter 3 Mirror
Are mirrors plain objects
That reflects the world outside?
Or are they portals,
Doors leading to different dimensions?
"Trishi, come look at this!" Ibishi Koro hollered.
Trishi, a girl with long black hair and glasses, stumbled toward the girl who was staring at a white, dragon-framed mirror in the center of the museum with sea-green eyes.
"It's just a mirror. There's nothing special about it." Trishi told Koro.
"Look again! I saw something in the mirror just a second ago!"
Trishi stared at the mirror, at her reflection, and glimpsed something in the background. It wasn't a reflection of something. It was entirely abnormal. Trishi tensed a little. It felt weird to be in front of the mirror. Although the mirror looked plain, it felt unusual.
"Wow that is weird." Trishi murmured.
Koro reached out and touched the mirror's slick surface. Without warning, she was sucked in the mirror whole. Trishi frantically grabbed Koro's ankles yelling, "Somebody help!" She was sucked in, too. Inside the mirror, the two girls began to spin very fast. It was very uncomfortable.
"Aargh! I knew I shouldn't have ate before we left," Trishi said.
They finally landed, on their butts.
Koro started swearing loudly, "Ow! My ass hurts!"
"Um, what are you doing here?" a male's voice asked from behind.
"They came out of nowhere…" another boy's voice murmured.
"Are they witches?" One asked.
"Who are they?" Another asked.
Koro and Trishi turned around slowly, and then gasped. They had landed in the boys' bathroom.
Koro and Trishi fled out the bathroom hysterically and collided into someone outside the door.
"Fuck. What the hell? Why do these things have to happen to us?" Koro complained.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need help?"
Koro and Trishi looked up. A weird looking girl with indigo hair looked at them apologetically.
"Uh yeah. First of all, where are we?" Trishi asked.
"Azumano Middle School." The girl answered.
"What the hell. We were just in a freakin' museum. How did we get all the way here of all places?" Koro cursed for the third time. (oo, she's gotta watch her language.)
"You were in a museum?" the girl asked.
"Dude, we just get sucked into this mirror in a boring museum. What the hell was that about? Geesh." Koro rubbed her head.
"Oh great. Now what do we do? We can't just close our eyes and go, 'Ok mirror, we can go back now.'" Trishi said sarcastically, "then the mirror will just grant our wish and dump us back where we belong. Pinch me, I must be dreaming."
Koro pinched Trishi, hard.
"Ow! That hurt! Man Koro, you can be so evil sometimes."
"I know." Koro laughed crazily.
"You know you are scaring me." Trishi said.
"I know. That's the point," Koro said grinning.
"Ok. So, need anything else? Information on school, classroom number,… what else?" the girl asked.
"Yeah, we do. In fact, we want to go home. Right Trishi? Trishi?"
"Oh I don't know. Let's have some fun first, Koro."
"I have one question. Where are we going to stay?"
"Oh yeah…. Another question, how do we go back!" Trishi countered.
"Damn. Now how do we go back?"
BRIIIING!
"Shoot, I have to go!" the girl spun on her heel and was about to run when Trishi yelled, "Dude, what's your name!"
"Sumazaki Aya! See ya!"
Aya disappeared around the corner. Trishi sighed.
"Now what do we do?"
"Stop asking me that! I don't know!" Koro exclaimed.
"I wasn't talking to you!"
"Then who were you talking to, yourself?"
Trishi and Koro somehow found their way out of the school and sat down on the porch, pondering their situation…
Classroom of Mr. Levacci
Aya ran into her classroom quickly.
"Sorry, I'm late!" she panted.
Aya sat down next to Daisuke quickly. She prayed that the teacher would accept her tardy for this day. Thankfully, the teacher did not mark her tardy.
"Now what happened?" Daisuke asked.
Aya shook her head and mouthed, Later.
"Turn to page 361 in your books," the teacher said slowly.
You know those kinds of teachers that have monotone voices? Mr. Levacci was one of them except he was more humorous. He also made up huge lies for the lessons and told great stories.
"There was a handsome high school boy who was a star in football. One day, he had his eye knocked out so he replaced it with a wooden eye. Because he thought he was ugly, he refused to talk and play football. He quit football and did not talk as much as before. One day, he went to the dance and sat at the corner sulking because he thought he was so ugly that no one would dance with him.
"It happened that there was a girl who was a hunchback at the other corner of the room. A teacher, noticing the two people, tried to make the boy dance with the girl. The boy refused several times, thinking that no one would dance with him because he was ugly. But finally, the teacher made him go ask the girl.
"The boy hung his head and asked the girl 'Would you like to dance with me?' The girl's head shot up and she was surprised because she thought no one would dance with her because she was so ugly."
"She was so surprised that she choked 'Would I? Would I?' The boy shriveled and replied, 'Hunchback, hunchback.'"
"What? I don't get it," one girl said.
"You don't!" a few people shouted. Those that didn't get the joke kept silent.
"No."
"Would I? Wood-eye? Get it?"
"No."
"How can you just stick in a wooden eye? Doesn't it get infected?" a boy asked.
"Ewww. You didn't have to ask that," a girl said disgustedly, making a face.
"Now children, we have to get on with the lesson," Mr. Levacci said smiling.
"Aww. Tell us another story," some people whined.
"Next week, I'll tell you a bunch of stories but we don't have time right now," Mr. Levacci said, "now quiet."
"Aww c'mon!"
Mr. Levacci slapped his ruler on the table loudly. The people who were dozing snapped their heads up.
"QUIET!"