I'm so pretty. I think this as I get ready while looking a mirror. I look away from the mirror to grab my makeup bag. When I look back I smile at my reflection but instead of it smiling back its glaring. How is that possible. I blink, it's probably a trick of my imagination. I look at the mirror again but it's still glaring. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask the mirror not expecting it to answer. “Because you got the better version of us than me,” it answers. I scream and the mirror version of me reaches her hand out of the mirror and pulls me inside.