I remember the girl. She was stuck in the mirror. I would visit her whenever I could. I think it’s because I wanted to see her. She reminded me of someone I used to be. She stares at me with sadness rimming her eyes, probably sad that I leave her so frequently. She’s a nice forgiving girl, I can see it just from her looks. She doesn’t talk, but I can just tell that she would be popular in school. I can tell she doesn’t reject her friends or ditch her classes. But people like that are left behind they turn into untrustworthy monsters. People nobody wants to be with. I regret leaving the girl behind.