My Life Story

One Mirorr for Two Rooms

I sighed pushing away from the desk. My unfinished homework sitting patiently on the desk.
I took the chance to pick up my phone and...
'No new messages, wow I must be famous.' I scrolled down my list of contacts. That one person, never even texted me once. Maybe I just have the wrong number.
I looked around my relatively small. Now behind me: my desk. Bed to the left, to the righ..t...
I slipped my phone into my pocket. I turned my attention to the mirror..'If. My.. What?' I quickly looked between my room and the mirror. Clearly these aren't the same room.
I stood up, my chair falling to the floor.

'уσυ киσω ωнαт? тнιѕ ιѕ яι∂ι¢υℓσυѕ!' I stood up my chair falling to the floor. I walked over to the mirror to slap some sense into it. To my surprise my hand went through the mirror and I feel face first into someone else's room.
'W-woAH omfffff.' I landed square on my face. I looked up and around, 'This definitely isn't my room.' A table to the left of me, and a bed to the north of me front of me. Her room was the same size of mine. I noticed the room was of a coral color.
There was a girl she looked few years younger then me. She had short curly hair and big rectangular glasses on her face. She probably noticed me, but didn't look over.
I brushed myself off and walked over to her. She was doing her homework. She seems very studious.
I stuck up some conversation, we exchanged numbers and I hoped through the mirror before her mom busted down the door and asked about the commotion, to witch she calmly replied
"I was just practicing my lines for the school play."

I simply told my mom I was on the moon, my  ears have never been so red.

to be continued...