Sorry

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I sat at my desk at home eating cereal and texting. Then I looked up.

"You're so ugly." The mirror said. "Just look at yourself."

I gazed at myself for about 2 minutes before looking for my friend makeup. She helps in these situations.

She helped me. I loved it. It looked fabulous.

I went to brag. "Doesn't it look good?" I asked.

"What is that? Why did you do that? Big screw up there." The evil witch pointed out all the little things. "Come child. I'll help you."

We went into the bathroom and the witch began fixing my makeup.

Then I looked into the new mirror.

"So pathetic. You look terrible." The mirror announced.

I backed out and went back to my room, attempting to wash off all the makeup.

The mirror cackled. "So desperate. You'll never be as perfect as Amy. Or Ella. Or even Spike."

"Stop. I'm trying, okay?" I looked up.

"Try harder." The mirror hissed.

"I can't... I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry.

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