A Thousand Gazes Of Me (The Girl I Knew) Amelia Stone, 19 Why did I agree to this? Why did I ever agree to this? What exactly was my thought process? Ooh, I’m haunted by reflections let me go ahead and– Ugh. A beam, multiple beams, flashed all around me. I was completely blinded. “Livvie, what?!” I shrieked as my cousin’s giggling surrounded me. “Kids these days, I swear,” I muttered. As I finally managed to get my eyes open, blinking away the effect the flashlight had on my vision, I was blinded again. My reflection stared back at me. Wrong, as always. “Listen, Mimi,” Olivia, well her reflection(s), gave a solemn nod. “You came here to conquer your fears and standing there like a statue ‘aint gonna help.” Since when did I start taking orders from a 17 year old? “Right we’ll split up and whoever reaches the exit first…isn’t a rotten egg, I guess. Kay?” Split up. Here? In the— “No I don’t think that’s such a good—” “You’d better hurry up, Mimi, face those fears!” And she was gone. Great. I could do this. I could so do this. I could conjure up my inner Livvie, sure. I can face my fears. No, I couldn’t. Not with that attitude. Overconfidence…yeah, no. I walked through the Mirror Maze, cautiously at first. Then I heard Livvie snickering and realized I had no wish to be a rotten egg. Off we go, I guess. The maze was surprisingly difficult. Not at all for children, like I’d hoped it would be. Deep, slow breaths, Amelia. Deep breaths. I looked to the side, hoping to see my eyes squeezed shut. Bracing myself for something completely different. I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for the face of the mirror. Her eyebrows were bunched up in a frown, her eyes moving over my face. Too fast. My breaths were coming in too fast. “Livvie,” I choked out. I was on a farm. That farm. The farm. Stay together. We had to stay together. Olivia and Amelia, the dream team. And we had to stay together. Take care of each other. “Mimi?” Livvie. She was running too far. Too far, too fast. All the way to the lake. Livvie, wait! Stay together. “Mimi, are you—oh my goodness, Amelia!” I waved to her. No, she waved to me. Which one of us waved? “Mimi, are you okay? What the hell do I do?” “She’s—she’s rmensh…” “What?” “Stop. She—stop.” “Amelia what? Talk to me dammit.” I looked past her into my sympathetic face. “She’s looking at me.”
Fifth story of The Name We Shared, third story of The Girl I Knew Music: mirrorball by Taylor Swift Part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1368929304/ Part 2: Part 3: Part 4: Part 6: Part 7: Part 8: Part 9: Part 10:
