David clenched his knuckles as he stared at Izzy.

There was no mistake about her. Her pale skin, her short red hair that barely reached her shoulders, her shiny green eyes, and her trademark bloody red shirt with pitch black sleeves and dark blue jeans, it was totally Izzy.

"What an occult consternation," Izzy said in her despicably taunting voice. "David Barret and his kid sister Janet. You finally decided to stop living in your shell of a domicile and went to school, didn't you?"

David's eye twitched. He hated that obnoxious way she spoke. Half of the time he didn't even know what she was saying.

Izzy took a look at the school boards and flashed a grimace.

"And what a fallacious coincidence, we're in the same class," She said casually. David groaned, irritated.

"This doesn't make sense," David said. "You're a year older than me, why do we have to be stuck together for the rest of the school year."

"Well, David, 10 and 11 year olds are usually placed in the same classes so it's not out of the ordinary," Janet explained. "I didn't need an answer," David grumbled. "Sorry," Janet whispered, then turned around and started whistling a bit.

"Well, Izzy, your hair sure is shorter," David pointed out, trying to change the subject and also possibly embarrass Izzy as an added bonus.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Izzy said. "Your hair was shoulder length the last time I saw you," David pointed out. "Now it barely goes past your ears."

Izzy's confident expression faltered. "I lacerated it," She claimed. "It helps me stand out from the crowd."

"You mean aside from having the most least common hair color on the whole planet," David said, grinning mischievously. His comment earned him a smack upside the head from his father.

"Son, show more respect for your classmates," His dad berated. "I told you to make a good first impression on them."

David rubbed the back of his head and grimaced. Just then, a teacher blew a whistle, signaling the children to line up in front of their respective teachers for a roll call.

David got in front of the other kids when Izzy pulled him backwards. "I'm the oldest child in this class, therefor I should be first," Izzy said. "That logic sucks," David said. "Just go with it," Izzy whispered and turned her head from him.

The teachers started calling names from the children. It was unbelievably boring for David, so he turned to see what Janet was doing. She was standing behind all the other kids and had a glum expression on her usually cheerful face.

Eventually, the roll call ended and the children all surged into the school, David and Janet included. The two glanced around the school inside. It was massive, and there were so many stairs and rooms and doors. The two grimaced. They weren't used to so many people being in the same place.

Right at the moment, David and Janet wished that they had never gone to school and that they would never go there again. What they didn't know was that outside of the school, someone was thinking the opposite.

"I never get to go to schools," The boy Brenda had talked with earlier said gloomily. He was sitting on a rock a few meters away from the school.

"Why me?" He asked nobody in particular. "Why did I have to be the odd kid out?"

"Hey," A small voice whispered. The boy turned around to see a familiar face. It was a girl with short, curly black hair, blue eyes, and a similar skin tone. She was dressed in a black coat despite it being extremely sunny.

"Oh, hi Kizzy," The boy said. "What are you doing at the school?" Kizzy asked, tilting her head. "Your sisters told you not to go there."

"Yeah, but I was just thinking..."

"No thinking, after all, you said you didn't need school, Sam," Kizzy said. At that, Sam sighed before getting off the rock and following Kizzy away.

...

The school day proved to be just as bad as David had thought it would be. The teachers spent the time spouting out never-ending monologues about the environment and mathematics. The only parts of school he liked, recess and lunch, passed by so quickly it was like they never even happened. And the other kids were unbearable, especially Izzy and Brenda.

David had the bad luck of being seated in front of both Izzy and Brenda. Occasionally, Izzy would poke David with a pencil or a ruler. Every time David would glance around, and every time Brenda would say, "Why are you staring at us girls, ya perv."

Janet wasn't having a much better time. At home she was talkative and cheery, but at school, being unfamiliar with all the other children, she remained quiet and was practically invisible to the teacher and the students, save for one boy with braces who sat next to her and would occasionally yank on her pigtail.

After what seemed like an eternity, school ended. The kids placed their chairs on the desks, packed their school bags and took off. No one was more eager to leave than David. After being tortured endlessly, he was glad to be out of school.

Now, he just had to find Janet, and they would be out of there.

He soon found her near the playground, on a swing. She appeared to be waiting for him. David had never felt so glad before to see his sister, and bolted towards her so they could finally leave the school.

However, he was so happy that he didn't watch where he was going. He unexpectedly crashed into Izzy, who had been talking to Brenda about something.

David crashed face-first on the ground while Izzy stumbled and fell into a mud puddle. David, Brenda and Janet gasped as they saw Izzy splash into the mud puddle.

Izzy's mouth dropped as she saw herself drenched in mud. She glanced up at David, and for a moment, he swore her eyes were glowing with fury. From the look on her face, he was sure he was about to get a smack down or at least a verbal backlash.

But none of it came. Instead, Izzy just got out of the puddle, wiped the mud off her shirt and jeans and said, "If you excuse me, I'm going home. Goodbye, Brenda." With that, she took off into the forest.

"Now look what you did," Brenda berated. "You upset her."

"It was an accident!" David shouted, kind of humiliated himself. "I didn't see her in front of me, and I...I uh..."

"Hey, Brenda, what were you and Izzy talking about?" Janet asked, trying to change the subject. "You both seemed pretty engrossed in it."

"For your information, we were talking about the strange phenomenon known as Mirror People," Brenda answered. "But I doubt your little eight-year-old brain can comprehend what they are."

"Oh for crying out loud, mirror people do not exist!" David shouted, piqued. "Why do all of you refuse to accept that?"

"Because they are real," Brenda said. "People say they've witnessed evidence of it."

"I don't believe you," David said and crossed his arms. "Hey, I think I know what a mirror person is," Janet said. Both David and Brenda turned to stare at her.

"You can't possibly know what they are, you're too little," Brenda said. "No I'm not," Janet said, insulted. "I can prove I know what they are."

"Than what are they?" Brenda challenged.

"They're...uh, humans who have several powers like laser eyes, super strength and flight," Janet answered, remembering what David had said earlier.

Brenda's eyebrow raised in confusion. "Then why are they called Mirror people?" She asked. "Because they have a mirror that can lead them to a different dimension AND they have a living reflection in that dimension."

Brenda stood speechless. She had not expected Janet to have that much knowledge on Mirror people. Eventually, she just said, "Well, uh, I guess I'll be looking forward to our little play date this afternoon, won't we David and Janet?"

Before either of the children could really respond, Brenda took off away from the school. The moment she was gone, David yanked on Janet's pigtails, eliciting a brief scream of pain.

"Why did you tell her that?" He asked. "You know she's just going to pester us about it when she comes over with her parents."

"Yeah, but I just thought maybe that would allow her to respect us," Janet justified. "Brenda will NEVER respect either of us, ever, and that is final!" David shouted. Then he looked at his wristwatch.

"Oh my gosh, it's 3:50!" He shouted. "Mom wanted us home at 3:10!"

Janet gulped, knowing how their mother could get when they got angry. "Come on, before we get the paddle!" David shouted and he grabbed Janet by the sleeves and the two raced down the streets.