THE MIRROR

By John R. Mabry, age 11 | 5th grade

(The surviving manuscript begins on page three)

...regular everyday routine: brush your hair, comb your tee th, etc.

"John, make your bed." My mother says, "John you've got ten minutes. John, youtve got two minutes." She's always frantic about me missing the bus. "John, you're going to miss the bus111

As I got down to combing my hair (the last thing I do in the morning before I pack the brief case), I looked into the mirror, but I couldn't see myselfl I saw the wall behind me, it was just like I was invisiblel I took the logical explination: I wasn't in front of the mirror-but I was11

Just then, Licorice (my puppy) came running in. I called for her. She just sat down, scratched her ear, and walked out of the room.

It was like no one could see me!

I glanced at the mirror again-and drew back in surprise! A bluish white substance was whirling within the mirror. It was goin in circles on and on!! The room then glowed with a sickening bluish colour. I looked at the mirror: It was growing larger and largerl

I shouted to see if an~ione could hear me. The only result was an echo echo echo.

The mirror was like a spinning dome hovering over me. It spun faster yet faster-and despite my yells for help the dome cut me offIl

"What a time to get sick." I said to myself. And just as the floor-which had turned to mirror began to spin the other way. NOTHING COULD BE MORE FRIGHTENINGI!

The books flew from the shelf-it was like each one was reading itselfl The pages flipped as they turned in circles.

Then the books turned to glass and I felt myself stiffenl

At that point my mother called me downstairs. "John, Randy's waiting for you!"

The whirring stopped and the mirror returned to it's normal size. The books were safely on the shelf when I looked!

As I got up from the floor I noticed that everything was back to normal. I was all quiet.

My mother's voice broke the silence: "John, you missed the bus!"