Hello, my friends! How's everyone's week so far? We got more snow last night here in CT. I hate it! I am so ready to move far, far south to get away from this white stuff. But the end is near. I can feel it. I've made a lot of progress with Finding Sam. I can't wait to start to share it with you all! Anyway, I'm ready to prompt...Are you?
Prompt Seventy-Two-New Face
I found this baby at creativewritingprompts.com. You wake up, go to the bathroom and look up in the mirror. You realize that it's not the same person staring back. What happens next? Write!
I stared at the mirror at the reflection of someone I didn't know. I touched the face, thinking it was a prank, but the reflection moved with me, making the same movements. This wasn't real. I widened my eyes. Made a silly face. The person in the mirror did the same.
"Who am I?" I whispered. The girl staring back at me had arctic blue eyes--as far from my brown ones as you could get. My normally dark brown hair with red streaks had turned dirty blonde. I was skinnier, too. This had to be fake. There was no way in the world I changed from dorky teen into stunning teen movie star.
Shaking my head and chalking it up to a mirage, I walked back to my bedroom. Only it wasn't my bedroom. This room was decorated in light pinks and purples. My room usually had dark blues and green. What the hell? I rummaged through the closet until I found something acceptable to wear. Most of the clothes in there were dresses and I was strictly a pants girl.
Hesitantly, I stepped out of the room and into a long hallway with wooden floors. I glanced up and down the long length, but nobody was there. This was definitely not my house. I found a kitchen, living room, some sort of library office and other rooms. But all remained vacant. In all of my time, I hadn't seen a single person.
I grabbed a backpack with my name on it near the front door and hiked it over my back. It had my name so it had to be mine, but it didn't make sense. This backpack was brown with letters on it. Mine at home was a Jansport. Either way, I left the house and walked. It was Wednesday so I had to get to school.
Only I had no idea where I was. I turned and looked at the house I had just come from. It had large white pillars and sat on a large plot of land. The white house looked boring but was huge sitting at three stories and probably more counting the basement. My mind swam with scenarios of what might be happening.
Just as I about lost it, a yellow school bus pulled up outside of my house. The driver honked. I ran to the bus and leapt up the first three steps. The bus was full of kids around my age, though it was quieter than my normal morning ride with friends.
Just as I was about to sit, I saw myself. Only it wasn't the face I wore now. It was the real me. She sat in the back of the bus chatting with a group of blondes. They glared at the old me as she talked to them. I walked towards them.
"Who are--" Her voice was cut off as she gasped.
"You need to get up. Marisa sits with us," the blonde girl said to the old me.
"I am Marisa," the old me said.
"No you're not. Look at you, ugly little brat. Get up and out of her seat."
The old me finally looked up and saw me. Her mouth dropped open in horror and she burst into tears. If she was me, then I was her? This made no sense. Holy crap. What was happening to me?
© Taylor Lavati 2017
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