I stood in the school bathroom and looked at the mirror curiously. During show and tell-or as our teachers called it ‘weekly presentation’ because we were in fifth grade-Ari told the class about a book she was reading, which was about some Urban Legends and stuff. There was one about a woman who died in a swimming pool or something. I couldn’t remember exactly.
Quick things about Ari; no one knew what her full name was really. Everyone just called her Ari, I didn’t even know her full name and I had been in the same class with her for two years. Well, anyway, she’s actually really pretty. I think she’s part Mexican, but I couldn’t be sure. Her hair was a chestnut, or hazelnut color that went half-way between her elbows and shoulders. Her eyes were the same color. She scared me though. We were sitting on the floor, watching a presentation of sorts, and she was sitting in front of me. When Ari turned back, she was glaring at first, then she smiled. An overly sweet, sugary, smile. My friends also blamed her for the disappearance of my stuffed poodle doll, and my sparkly markers. I didn’t want to blame anyone, so I didn’t. If I had gotten to know her better, we could have been good friends. It was a little late for that now, though. Well, that’s Ari.
Where was I? Oh yeah, bathroom, mirror, urban legends. So, basically, the legend, or myth, or whatever that stuck in my head was- I’m gonna let you guess. Ok, now....THINK!!! ..................... Got your answer? Good. Well, you may be wrong, you may be right. It was Bloody Mary. You had to say her name five, or ten, or forty times to get her to show up in the mirror. I touched the mirror with my fingertips, and gazed into it wonderingly. I took a deep breathe and removed my hand from the glass. Since I didn’t know the number, I decided I would just keep counting until she showed up. But if I said Bloody Mary more than one-hundred times, I was giving up and going home. It was after school, and some people were staying to work some more. I stayed because my parents got off work late, and I didn’t really want to work. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” I took a short pause. It wasn’t five. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” I repeated and the glass in front of me fogged unexpectedly. After it fogged, a figure with black hair, drooping, and covering her face appeared. I screamed and jumped back. The figure raised her head too, and did the same actions I did. I cautiously approached the mirror, and so did she. I frowned and put my hands on my hips (Or hands on my imagination, as one of my teachers said) “Alright, I know you’re a mirror, but seriously. Stop copying me.” Her eye’s widened and tears threatened to spill. “I’m so... SOOOOOORRY!!!!!” She wailed, sobbing and trying to gasp for breath.
Her cry was unexpected and I rushed over and climbed on the bathroom counter, between two of the sinks. Since there was a barrier in between of us, it made it harder to get her to stop crying, but I managed. Putting both hands on the glass tenderly, I tried to calm her down. “Don’t worry, you have nothing to apologize for. You just took what I said the wrong way, ok?” I was unsure of what I was saying, though. “I-I’m sorry!” she whimpered, curling herself up, and bringing her knees to her chest. Her long black dress hung limply around her. “I didn’t mean to, we-we just had the same reactions. I mean, no one ever calls me! They think I’m fake! I-I’m not fake!”
“I know,” I said, deciding to put up with her rambling.
“It’s n-not my fault, y’know...” she trailed off and hiccuped. I would have put my arm around her, but as you already know, that was physically impossible. “I know,” I said again.
After the girl fully calmed down, my curiosity peaked and I started asking questions. “So, are you Bloody Mary?” I asked first, since that seemed primary. She nodded, the blood red glow around her moved too. “Yeah, that’s what they call me. But if you want, you can just call me Mary. Who’re you?”
“Me?” I motioned to myself. Of course it was me, no one else was around. “I’m Darcy Jenkins.” I paused, and then remembered what I was wondering earlier. “Hey, did a girl with brownish hair, about... so long,” I motioned to the spot on my arm. “Come and talk to you?”
Mary pouted. “Yeah, but she just ran out screaming when she saw me. She wasn’t nice.” I coughed. I might have run out screaming too, if I hadn’t had my senses in me. “Yeah, but that’s just Ari.”
“Ari? Is that her name? Hmph. I’m never answering her calls again.” I coughed again. I knew Ari would never call again. “So, where are you? How do you get to everyone’s mirrors?”
Mary took a deep breath, and went into a lengthy explanation. “Well, I’m in the Hall of Mirrors. It leads into all other mirrors in all other worlds. Why I got assigned to this, I have no idea. But the Hall of Mirrors in the Nightmare World. It’s basically a world of all the monsters and creepers. Kinda like Halloween Town! Boy, I loved that movie...” She shook her head and went on. “So, I have my cousin Thomas here, there’s also my best friend. Aggie is her name. And her-” She stopped and turned away from me. When she turned back, she was glancing around worriedly. “Um... Sorry. But my Dad is calling me and he’s really scary,” she quickly looked behind her again. “So, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow, though! Have some good moving around clothes on!” She waved goodbye and disappeared from the mirror. What was going on?
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