R
GOWRI UNNIKRISHNAN
IX GPS (I)
When she looked into the mirror, she was amazed to
find a different person smiling back at her. Jenna blinked
her eyes in awe, raised her eyebrows in confusion, and
whispered to herself, “I must be dreaming.” On the
other side, was a little girl, gazing up at Jenna with
round, curious eyes and long hair the colour of ebony.
What was extremely bizarre about this sight, was that
this little girl was the 6 year old that Jenna had once
been, it was her.
Jenna convinced herself that this was obviously
something her mind had conjured up. She rubbed
her eyes and pinched herself, but that didn’t change
anything. With a look of horror, Jenna opened her
mouth to speak, but no words came out. The little
girl had a thoughtful and curios expression scattered
across her face and said to Jenna, “You’ve changed.”
She turned her back to leave and within a second, she
vanished, leaving no trace behind.
A year ago, Jenna was like every other teenager. She
led a normal life, having a decent number of friends.
But around a year ago, her usual sense of normalcy
and order took a wrong, unexpected turn for the
worse. Jenna lost herself, feeling broken and shattered.
Most of this had happened due to the fact that she
had started to spend an extraordinary amount of time
with the wrong crowd. She was getting involved in
situations that were unacceptable, and even illegal.
Amidst all the drama, her bonds with the family wore
out. Arriving back home at midnight, exploding into
unexpected tantrums, and stirring up tension and
distress within the family were just a few of the things
that Jenna did to disappoint and worry her parents.
She was slowly drifting away from the person she
should have been, to someone that was ignorant and
resentful-everything that she should not be.
Coming back to the present, Jenna widened her eyes
in shock and her mouth gaped open, as once again,
the mirror started to disintegrate. Ever so slowly, but
it didn’t crack. The mirror was trying to show her
something. All of a sudden, there is a clear sky, and a
4 year old running across lush green meadows, with
a crown of daisies woven into her hair. She giggled as
her father picked her up. Now, a 10 year old. Kicking
back her legs as she swung, smiling from ear to ear. All
of a sudden there was shouting, and slamming doors,
and crying.
“Why am I doing this?” Jenna thought to herself as she
rushed down the stairs and leaped into her parents’
arms. “I’m sorry”, she said. Her voice cracked, and
tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s never too late to
change”, said her mom.
Ruth, 6 D
global
public
school
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