Reflections Someone is staring but I dont know who. Her hair is curly. Her eyes are blue. She wears loose clothing and Nike shoes. When she smiles, she doesnt really mean it. There's a back pack on the floor, and I assume it's hers. I like her taste and style. She's waiting for her ride, being picked up from school, standing in the hallway as it rains. I try to talk to her but she just mimics me. Upset, I look away. I look next to her. I see the same thing that's next to me. I cant believe it. She's me.