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⠀⠀⠀"Abby!" I hear my name being called by my mother, she sounds so stuffy because its winter.And then, as if on cue, I heard her little kitten sneaze echo up the staircase. You see, I wasn't lucky enough to inherit her dainty sneaze.

⠀⠀⠀I got my father's loud, obnoxious and very very messy one.

⠀⠀⠀Sometimes, try to train myself into sneezing like that, but I guess it's too late for me. I glance at my hands and notice how they were trembling. "That's enough..." I speak softly and then slap my cheeks hard. I look at the mirror again and I see the faint red handprints on my pale skin.

⠀⠀⠀"It was just a dream." I close my eyes, "There is nothing on your arm." I continue my mantra but then crash into my bed's wooden legs. I curse loudly and then hop about the place, unfortnaetly I didn't see the random T-Shirt I had thrown down last night before I went to bed-- being too exhaustd I just tossed it on the floor and collapsed in bed.

⠀⠀⠀I slipped, my legs literally doing some sort of sick upside down splits thing, and I landed on my head. A gasp gets caught in my throat as I feel something crack as the rest of my body falls unto the wooden floor with a loud, Blam! I groan.

⠀⠀⠀Breathing heavily I open my eyes, trying to figure out if I was dead or alive. I rolled unto my tummy and then swallowed my body's instinctual urge to escalate my lungs' breathing. I cough and then shivered. Getting out of my shock, I held my neck and qukly crawled back to the mirror.

⠀⠀⠀I searched the cold reflection and everything seemed okay, nothing was broken, nothing was twisted, and my tiny mole was still there too. I held the chestnut colored chest-au-draw and gripped it tightly. A shaky sigh escaped my pink lips and I swear I felt a warm tear glide down my face.

⠀⠀⠀"Abby!" My mom called again, slightly more irritated.

⠀⠀⠀"I-I'm coming mom!" I swiftly made it across the floor, treading lightly so I didn't stomp and swung on the railing of the stair case to shout back down the stairs. "I'm just... getting ready!"

⠀⠀⠀"You haven't showered yet?!" I roll my eyes at her hysterics, "You'll be late!"

⠀⠀⠀By the time she said that I was already stripping to get into the bathroom. I scooped up the clothes and the dreaded evil Hello Kitty T that made me trip (and almost die!) and tossed them into the wash basket.

⠀⠀⠀Glancing one more time at the mirror, I looked at the pink scar that was etched into my skin. The morning light that poured through the shut blinds streaked across my body, and made my messy ball of hair look so so much worse. I shook my head and ignosred the bad feeling that weighed down in my chest.

⠀⠀⠀"Today is going to be a good day." I speak to myself and stare into my copper brown eyes. And took the extra time to wonder why my dad kept on calling the brown color 'amber'. I knew what amber looked like, and it's a very pretty color... Not like my eyes. Sometimes I feel like my eyes are a mud brown color instead of copper, but I still say it is because I gotta have something good to say about myself.

⠀⠀⠀"ABBY!" My mom yelled.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm, COMING!" I yelled back.

⠀⠀⠀Rushing into the shower, and turned to water to the coldest setting. I was going to forget that weird dream. I was going to forget the mirage of a scar I have on my arm that disappears with light. And I was going to forget that I had homework that I didn't do for Ms. Wallis' math class.

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