It was on that day, she saw something out of the ordinary. The mirror from across the room started to ripple, like the water would when a pebble was dropped into it. Suddenly, she saw a boy with rusty colored hair that was around her age playing with a basketball. Curious she walked up to the mirror and waved at him. He didn’t turn around, but she continued waving while he bounced the ball around and against the wall. A kind looking lady came in and picked him up so he would face her. He smiled and waved back.
The next day, she went back to the mirror to see if he was there. Sure enough, he was there. Apparently he had been waiting for her, and quickly waved her over. “Can you hear me?” he said with a funny accent.
“Yes,” she answered shyly.
“Are you a ghost?”
“No. Are you?”
“Gosh no.”
“Then why are you in my mirror?”
“No, you are.”
“You are.”
“You are.”
Before they knew it they were arguing, and both their parents came into the rooms. “What’s the matter with you?”
“There’s a boy/girl in the mirror and he/she keeps saying I’m in the mirror,” they both said at the same time. “Stop copying me,” they said again simultaneously while giving each other the evil eye.
“Oh honey, there’s no one there.”
“He/she’s right there!” they pointed.
“There’s no one there. It’s just your imagination,” they said and left the two puzzled kids alone.
“They can’t see you.”
“Wow! I’m must be psycho!”
“That’s psychic, buffalo head,” Kay Kay said.
“I’m not a buffalo head. A buffalo has 4 legs and I have 2.”
Rolling her eyes, she asked him, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Brian. What’s yours?”
“Kay Kay.”
“Am I the only who can see you?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll ask my cousin Kevin. He’s coming over…there he is now. Stay right here.” A slightly lean and solemn looking boy walked into view. “What do you see in the mirror?”
“Ewww…a girl,” he said disgustingly. “Is she stuck in there or something?”
“I’m not.”
“Kevin, this is my friend Kay Kay and Kay Kay this is my cousin Kevin.”
“Nice meeting you. I’m going to see your brother.” Without another word he left.
“How rude.”
“I know, he thinks he’s better than me because he’s older. He’s 9,” he said like it was something amazing. “Do you want to play checkers?”
“How do you play that?”
From that day forth, they were nearly inseparable mentally. They played and talked to one another. They shared everything from stores to secrets. Their parents thought it was kind of cute that they had an imaginary friend, yet in the back of their minds they hoped that they would grow out of the phase. It was 11 years later that ended all the meetings between them.
“Hey Brian.”
“Hi Kay Kay.”
“Where have you been?”
“Here and there.”
With a little smile, “Have you been with Sally?”
“Uh…no.”
“Right…and I’m a flamingo.”
“You are?! I didn’t know that. Aren’t you suppose to be in Africa or something?”
“Funny.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing. Same thing everyday.”
“Don’t you have a life?”
“I’m living, aren’t I?”
“Good point. But seriously. Why are you always there when I see you?”
“I got nowhere else to go.”
“So I’m just someone to talk to because no one else wants to talk to you?”
“Right-a-mundo.”
“You sure know how to make a friend feel really loved. Don’t you have any other friends?”
“What? You don’t like it that there’s someone who’s known you for 11 years waiting for you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“It sure sounded like it.”
“Hey, who are you talking to?” asked a tall lanky redhead with a basketball jersey on.
“Uh…no one. Why don’t you go to the kitchen, Blane. I’ll be right there.”
“So you’re embarrassed of me?
“Well gee. I’m talking to a freaky-eyed girl in my mirror. Wouldn’t you be embarrassed if you were in my shoes?”
“Sure I would be. But I wouldn’t be insulting my best friend of 11 years. It’s bad enough that no one else talks to me because they think that I’m a witch. Now you’re embarrassed of me. I don’t mind that, but did you really have to rub it in my face?” she fired at him.
“Can’t you just leave me alone?” he said frustrated.
“Fine, I will,” and all he saw was his own reflection. This had never happened to him before. Even though they didn’t always see or talk to each other, he always saw something else other than himself. But then again, she had never been mad at him before.
“Where you at, B?”
“Hold you horses,” he said as he forgot about the whole incident.
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