The next morning I woke up to light tapping. I thought it may have been just my mind but as I looked in the mirror the tapping continued.
I moved it and put it back not sure what was causing the tapping sound. I got curious and reached over. With my index finger I tapped lightly on my full view mirror. Then it happened... My reflection smiled at me. It was brief and almost went unseen but I saw it. I quickly ran into my brother's room and jumped on him scared out of my mind. He yelled at me and I tried to explain but he just threw me out of his room. I snuck into my other brother's room and sat beside his bed until he woke up and sent me out.
I went to school that day trying my best to forget it even happened. As I was walking down the hall however, a student caught my eye. A tall blonde wearing a red flannel, blue jeans and sunglasses. I supposed he was just one of the cool kids and walked right by him. He watched me as I passed and I noticed he had a hockey stick in his hand. It wasn't until I was in class that it hit me. If he was a cool kid, how did he go unnoticed? Everyone knew the cool kids right? Perhaps just a loser trying to be cool.
I went home that night and fell asleep exhausted. But again I woke up to light tapping. This time I didn't dare move or look in the mirror. I stayed beneath the covers hoping it would go away. Eventually it did. But this went on for two weeks every single night. I was beyond frustrated now.
It was Thursday night when again I heard the tapping. As I layed there trying to ignore it something new caught my ear. Whistling. That same song from the first morning.
I closed my eyes not daring to look at the mirror and ran into Allistor's room and jumped on top of him. He was beyond angry and yelling but I just hid beneath the covers more. I wanted the tapping to stop. I never wanted to hear that whistling again but I wasn't sure if it ever would.
"Go back to your own room!" Allistor yelled. I hung onto his arm and shook my head violently. Eventually he carried me, by the back of my shirt might I add, into my brother Aaron's room. I didn't sleep though, I was too scared to look over to the mirror on his closet door.
The next morning I asked Allistor if he could get rid of my mirror. "If I have to put up with seeing you everyday then so do you," was his only response.
That night I was in my own bed and a sweet scent filled my room. It smelled like someone was baking a cake. I could faintly hear the sound of whistling and the sound of squeaking before it stopped all together. I woke up the next morning with a cupcake with blue frosting and pink sprinkles by my mirror. The mirror had frosting on it and read "Open up soon, love."