The Notebook? More like I'd rather Not-Book.

Part 4

Reluctantly, I pass over the £2 fee and follow the lovebirds through the archway and into the House of Mirrors. They’re all giggly and excitable, like puppies, it’s gross. I stay behind them at all times, following every turn and dead-end they take. They stop to look around – as if that’s going to help in a House of Mirrors – I stop a few steps behind and take my phone out of my pocket.
        A loud thud makes me jump and almost drop my phone. Now I’m the one looking around, trying to pinpoint where this noise came from. It doesn’t take much looking as I see a girl, she must be roughly my age, and she’s stood on the other side of the closest pane of glass. She’s clasped her forehead with both of her hands. I wave to try and get her attention but it’s obvious she can’t see me. I feel bad for her, she seems to shake it off as if nothing has happened at all and joins a group of people walking through. I assume she is desperate to get out. I wish I could have helped her but because I haven’t been paying attention I have no idea how to get back to where she would be, so I just catch up with the lovebirds and leave the House of Mirrors.
        I want to wait until she gets out too, but I feel like I shouldn’t.

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        Obviously I wasn’t thinking when I walked in on my own. There’s no one in clear sight that I can follow either. Rookie mistake. I guess I’m doing this one alone, failure isn’t an option.
        I seem to be on a roll. I’ve followed a few people but broken apart from them when I saw them wander in to a dead-end. I’m alone again and feeling pretty confident that I’m closing in on the exit. I’m going to get there by going my own way and with minimal mistakes.
        BAM! A sign that I shouldn’t have become too cocky.
A wall in the way of my progress.
No, literally, a wall in my way.
A wall that I came in face-first contact with. I swivel round to check and see if anyone was around to see it. Luckily, I am still alone. I cover my forehead and try to rub away the pain and failure from it. Obviously, that doesn’t work, so I shake. Shake the embarrassment off. Shake away the pain. Straighten myself up, turn round, head back the way I came from and follow the first group I find.
      My head is still throbbing but finally I get out and find my parents again. They notice my watery eyes and seem a little concerned. I tell them I’m fine and that it was just the lighting in there.
        I don’t want anyone to know about my major House of Mirrors fail.