Reflection

Chapter 1

What does anyone think about when they look in a mirror? I wouldn't know what anyone else thinks. But for me, I hate looking in the mirror. Both literally and metaphorically speaking. I wish I could be the kind of person who can look straight in the mirror and be happy about what I see. However that's not the case. Think about the 7 billion people in the world. There has to be at least one that thinks they're beautiful without getting a big head about it. So I'm going to be honest. Not everyone is beautiful, but not everyone is ugly either. I don't think I know anyone who is purely beautiful in and out. Beautiful. Ha. Its funny you don't ever really hear that anymore. Now, in this generation it's degrading what people say. Like someone could be ridiculously beautiful, but if they don't have a huge butt it doesn't matter. Guys will give all their attention to some whore they know they could get some from. But what about the people who are purely good. The few left that aren't rude or inappropriate. Don't they deserve to find each other? Doesn't good deserve to find light? Doesn't love deserve to find happiness? But what about the people who are ugly on the outside but beautiful on the inside? Their chances are even more slim, now days it seems like no one cares what's on the inside. But if the Beast from Beauty and the Beast can find love. Can't anyone? I use to think of it like some sort of fantasy. Like an illusion of obstruction to a real world. My real world is like a fantasy now. But at least just for a little while. Rainy Lockhart. That's my name. I have an awful lot of time to think, if you couldn't tell. But back to what's going through my mind. When I say ugly I don't mean impossible of having the capability of attraction. I just mean the ones whose appearance is ugly and can be fixed. Let's face it everyone has the capability of attraction. And maybe I don't know what anyone else thinks but no one's life is perfect. Yes, you've probably heard that a million times. I know I have. But here's the thing, mine was, until it wasn't. Until the last time it was so perfect.

It was a warm day in late spring. I was at home standing in my kitchen thinking about my future. Being a senior in high school made me both sad and happy.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" my twin Stormy came in yelling while holding three envelopes. Stormy looks just like me but her hair is more blonde. My hair almost goes to my mid back, my chest isn't all that big and i'm skinny. I guess i'm pretty, I mean Stormy is gorgeous."What are you jumping for?"

"Um hello? Look its from the colleges we applied to." I shrugged my shoulders as if it was no big deal. Although it clearly was.

"Well where are they from Stormy?" she looked at me and smiled. I gave her a look like I didn't know what she was talking about, because I didn't.

"One is from A&L and the other two are for you."

I already knew where the other two were from. One was in Kentucky and one was here in Texas. Of course I already knew where Stormy applied. The thing is, both of our parents are writers. I love writing. However, my parents want me to go to Louisville. That's where they both went and got their degrees in literature. That's also where they met. But I want to go to San Marcos. I haven't told them I applied for Another college, but when I told them how I applied for Louisville they got so excited. Stormy promised to keep it between us. Stormy wanted to be a vet from day one. So A&L, being so agricultural and such, is where Stormy applied. "Come on Rainy we'll open them together. But first open the one from Louisville. We both know you don't care if you don't make it in." She's right, I didn't care. But that didn't stop it from being anymore nerve wracking. If Louisville didn't want me, why would San Marcos? So I began to open the envelope slowly. When I opened it I began to read, "We are pleased to-", that's it. I made it into Louisville. I just laid it on the table, like no big deal, even though it was.

"What did it say Rainy? Did you get in?" I couldn't answer so she just picked it up off the table.

"Really Rainy? I mean I know you don't want to go there but aren't you at least a little happy you made it in? It's really hard to get into Louisville, you know that." She's right, I knew that. Pretty well too I'd say. It's not that I wasn't grateful, believe me I was. It just wasn't a big deal anymore.