Mirror Images
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
960
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Heather
Disclaimer: I don't own the song 'How Can I Live' by Ill Nino. That's about it. I do own my image, myself, my Rachel, my Ashton. -nods- Yeah. All I need.
“I am your mirror image, I’m all you left behind. You made me what I am, but who the hell am I?” Heather had huge problems with keeping quiet. Especially during her morning ritual, which consisted of singing in the full length mirror in her skivvies. She’d just gotten out of the shower, her long dark hair was soaking wet. She was, as per usual making a mess, slinging water everywhere and getting her bra wet already. Smiling at her self as she took a break, she switched off the radio and turned to look at herself in the shorter mirror that stood over the sink. Putting up the mop top rats nest she called hair, Heather started putting on her clothes for the day. Poking her head out the door, she smiled. The clock read 11:45. She still had about fifteen minuets before Rachel would be even close to awake with motor skills.
After finishing Ill Nino’s ‘How Can I Live and putting on the last of her eyeliner for the day, she started strutting into the bedroom/livingroom/kitchen of dorm life, only to drop her night shirt and underwear and scream. A boy stood in her kitchen, dressed almost identical to her own wardrobe-a pair of carefully picked acid wash jeans and an old Pink Floyd concert tee shirt she’d managed to wrestle from her mother-cooking eggs in a frying pan over the old stove. After a long silence, eggs and bacon sizzling being the only noise, Heather managed enough mind power to at least utter the phrase, “What the hell?”
The boy whipped around to look at her, identical brown eyes widened in confusion. “I dunno. I pass out at an awesome party Alan was throwing, next thing I know, I open my eyes and I’m here.” He shrugged and went back to cooking, rummaging through the small kitchen for a plate. “Hey, where’s your-nevermind!” A stack of paper plates came tumbling down on his head-the same mistake Heather had made her first week here.
“....Oh....I gotta call Rach and Ash.” Heather dove for her cell phone, hitting the ‘6' speed dial, a picture of a pretty blonde coming up on the caller ID under the name “Rachel”.
“I am your mirror image, I’m all you left behind. You made me what I am, but who the hell am I?” Heather had huge problems with keeping quiet. Especially during her morning ritual, which consisted of singing in the full length mirror in her skivvies. She’d just gotten out of the shower, her long dark hair was soaking wet. She was, as per usual making a mess, slinging water everywhere and getting her bra wet already. Smiling at her self as she took a break, she switched off the radio and turned to look at herself in the shorter mirror that stood over the sink. Putting up the mop top rats nest she called hair, Heather started putting on her clothes for the day. Poking her head out the door, she smiled. The clock read 11:45. She still had about fifteen minuets before Rachel would be even close to awake with motor skills.
After finishing Ill Nino’s ‘How Can I Live and putting on the last of her eyeliner for the day, she started strutting into the bedroom/livingroom/kitchen of dorm life, only to drop her night shirt and underwear and scream. A boy stood in her kitchen, dressed almost identical to her own wardrobe-a pair of carefully picked acid wash jeans and an old Pink Floyd concert tee shirt she’d managed to wrestle from her mother-cooking eggs in a frying pan over the old stove. After a long silence, eggs and bacon sizzling being the only noise, Heather managed enough mind power to at least utter the phrase, “What the hell?”
The boy whipped around to look at her, identical brown eyes widened in confusion. “I dunno. I pass out at an awesome party Alan was throwing, next thing I know, I open my eyes and I’m here.” He shrugged and went back to cooking, rummaging through the small kitchen for a plate. “Hey, where’s your-nevermind!” A stack of paper plates came tumbling down on his head-the same mistake Heather had made her first week here.
“....Oh....I gotta call Rach and Ash.” Heather dove for her cell phone, hitting the ‘6' speed dial, a picture of a pretty blonde coming up on the caller ID under the name “Rachel”.