The Girl in the Mirror

There is a girl living in my mirror. Not any normal girl of course. Normal girls don't do things like play in the mud or get perfect scores on tests or live in mirrors. She's a strange, beautiful, enchanting girl. The type of girl who is found in a fairy tale. When she smiles it's as if she has made the world begin to glow.
No one else seems to see the girl. My mother only sees her makeup. My father doesn't even look. The other kids don't believe such a strange girl like her could ever be beautiful. It's like I'm the only one who cares at all. I wish they would see how amazing she really is.
The girl is extremely talented. She gets straight A's and can play three instruments. Algebra is a piece of cake and she reads Shakespeare for fun. No one cares about that either.
"Hey Dad! She can spell cytoplasm!"
"That's nice."
"Look, she wrote a poem Mom!"
"I'm busy."
No one will listen. The girl is lonely because I'm her only friend. I told her that it doesn't matter because the other people aren't worthy of being her friends. She's still sad. She never smiles any more. I wish she would.
The girl isn't the same any more. She wont talk to me or anyone else. She's stopped studying or being creative. It's not worth the trouble if no one notices. All her stories and poems have been thrown away. Shakespeare was flung into the fire. Her grades have gone downhill. My parents still don't care.
She's started putting on makeup and wearing contacts. She makes fun of the kids that were like the old mirror girl. Everyone loves her now. Everyone but me. I hate the girl in the mirror. She's ugly and stupid with her group of superficial "friends." She dates jerks and losers. She's not worth being my friend anymore. To bad I'm stuck with her, because every time I look in the mirror she's there, staring back at me.

I broke the mirror today.  She's still here.