Antique Mirror Ch3

Antique Mirror

Chapter 3:

April rolled out of bed and stretch. It was 8 o’clock. She must’ve shut off the alarm ealier and went back to sleep.

“Oh shit!” She felt her heart race.  “Angel! Get dressed.” She banged on her sister’s door as she ran to the kitchen to make coffee. There was no way she’d survive the day without it. She stopped on a dime as she found Angel cooking eggs.

“We don’t have school for the rest of the week, remember?” Angel reminded her as she pushed her long hair back.

“Oh yeah.” April gave a nervous laugh. “Coffee?”

“Already made.” Angel jabbed a thumb at the coffee pot.

“Thanks.” April pulled her creamer out of the fridge. She was glad Angel could cook. She didn’t know what she’d do without her. April could barely boil water. Aside from being able to make pecan pie, April couldn’t cook. Angel, however, cooked all the time. She enjoyed bbig dinners that left leftovers in the fridge for days.

They ate breakfast in silence.

“So… What do you want to do today?” April asked. That strange dream from yesterday was still clinging to her. She needed a busy day to remove it.

Angel took a sip of orange juice to wash down the last off her food. She was looking pale as she stared at her plate. She wanted more bacon but she wasn’t really hungry. “Can we go to the book store? The next issue of my manga came out the other day and I want to see if it’s there or not.”

“Sure!” April beamed. She loved the bookstore.

The bookstore had a few people bustle busseling around. It wasn’t a very busy day at the book store, but it still had people either sitting in the coffee shop or in the rubber chairs around the bookshelves.

Angel was curled up in one of those rubber chairs, reading a manga she had picked up because the image was pretty.

This story is cancelled as of April 8th, 2015. 

My apologizes to all who liked this story and were enjoying it. I know it wasn't long and the story itself had barely started. I also know that I have schedule this story to be published after this date. On the date, my sister is upset with me. She told me I am no longer her sister and to never come over again. So I am holding her by her statement. It hurts, but I will accept her wishes. Not being able to give this story to her in person is sad, so I will share as far as I have gotten and not touch this story again.
I will be moving on to other projects now. I can only hope that you all will enjoy the new stories I create.
Several days later:
My sister and I have made up, but I still am not going to be touching this story again. I have other stories I am working on and want to finish.

Antique Mirror Ch2

Antique Mirror

Chapter 2:

April stretched as she rolled out of bed. She had taken a good long nap. She pulled the sleeves of her panda pajamas out as she walked down the hall. She found Angel in the study. It wasn’t really a study. It was just the room where they put all their books.

Angel was curled up on the window bench. The book in her hand was slipping out as her gripped loosened. April shook her head at the sight. Her notebook was lying on the floor already. The last sentence stopped mid-sentence. Angel was fast asleep.

April turned to the closet to grab a blanket for her little sister. She stopped as she saw her reflection. It was an old antique mirror. They had gotten it for decoration. It was large and beautiful, the frame covered in intricate carving. It was a gift their parents had gotten to celebrate moving into a new home. It was a shame that they died before it had arrived. April ran her hand on the smooth glass. It was such a pretty mirror, but at the same time it was haunting. Sometimes April imagined that ghosts haunted it.

A flicker of curving light in the mirror made her blink.

“I must be imagining things.” April thought to herself.

But the flicker was still there and it was growing. It was becoming a steady flame.

April rubbed her eyes, but the flickering flame was still there. She leaned closer to it. Her reflection was laid over top of it, but the flame was still there. Then it burst forth as if someone had held a can of hair spray behind it.

April yelled as she fell back onto the floor. Angel stirred in her sleep. She screamed at the sight before her.

It looked like molten glass. Yellows, oranges, reds, silvers, blues, and greys were swirling inside. Then the long bubbly substance began to form. It slowly spread out its arms and flexed its fingers, drops of glass spraying off with each movement. It brushed its hands against the top of itself and a feminine human face took shape with long hair. Dragon wings protruded from its back, flapping to keep its forming body a float. It looked just like April in appearance.

Once it had taken shape, it tried to fly around. It let out a shrill cry that sounded like glass breaking when it met resistance. It looked back and saw its les were still connected to the mirror that birthed it. It pulled on its legs, flapping its wings hard. Its feet popped freed and it rolled back.

It landed on Angel. Angel stared at it in shook as her breathing stopped. It stared back at her in confusion. She rolled off the couch and out the open window. She looked around the dark yard before looking back at the sisters. Then she shot up into the black night sky.

April crawled over to Angel. They held their hands as their breathing steadied. Then Angel found her voice.

“What kind of strange dream am I having?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” April answered. She was hoping this was a dream, but it felt far too real to be a dream to her.

Antique Mirror Ch1

Antique Mirror

By Krissie Gault

This story is written for my sister, Cassy Smith. 

Chapter 1:

April groaned as she opened her locker. It was proving to be a long day. First a pointless lecture in her Spanish class and now she had math. YUCK! She was hoping Mrs. Butters wouldn’t spring any surprise pop quizzes today. But that wasn’t likely. Mrs. Butters was on a rampage today. Everyone in the whole school had heard about her foul mood by now. April knew the pop quiz was coming.

She could skip class today.

“Hurry on to class April!” Mrs. Butters croaked from her door.

April groaned as she plopped her math text book into her bag with a sickening thud. So much for that plan. Why did she have to get the locker by the moodiest teacher in the school?

April slumped into her desk and stared at the board. There was nothing but random scribbles. She pulled out her notebook and began to scribble. She might as well scribble some eye balls while she waited for the impending doom. Everyone else seem to have similar feelings as they were all trying to relax.

“Get your pencils ready for a pop quiz, everyone!” Mrs. Butters chimed with glee. Too much glee. It was the glee of a sadist overlord about to force her subjects to perform a silly circus show.

Everyone let out a collective groan as they cleared their desk.

“Can I borrow a pencil, Mrs. Butters?” Dan asked as she put the quiz on his desk with a smile.

Mrs. Butters froze. Her gleeful joy turned into rage in the blink of an eye. “Why don’t you have one?” She began to rage. “Do you always come to school unprepared, Mr. Peters? Do you think you can make it through life like that? Do you?” Mrs. Butters lectured continued on, raising in volume as her face turned purple.

April felt bad for Dan as Mrs. Butters yelled. She laid her shin on the desk and stared at the clock. It was going to be a long day. She began counting down the seconds to lunch. Just 20 more minutes.

A loud explosion made everyone jump. April stayed in her seat as looked around. Everyone else was jumping out of their desk, crying. Mrs. Butters had stopping yelling at Dan who was now freaking out. Everyone began calling their parents while April watched on. They were thinking it was a gun, but April knew better. Guns made popping sounds. That was a loud bang. It was an explosive. It wasn’t a deadly one since the ground didn’t shake, but it was an explosive none the less.

April wasn’t sure who the target of the explosive was, but she knew for sure that they were going home early.

Several minutes later, April slid into her car with a smile. She was going to go home and take along a nap. The best thing was that school was cancelled for the rest of the week and today was Monday. It brought a huge smile to April’s face.

The passenger door opened and her little sister slid into the car. “Hey!” Angel greeted, tossing her duffle bag into the back. “What’s up?”

“Put on your seat belt.” April ordered reflexively.

“Already on Capitan.” Angel saluted with bright blue eyes.

April smiled as she drove away. “That explosion was you, wasn’t it?”

Angel gave a nervous laugh. “No one was hurt.”

“Who’d you prank this time?” April lectured.

“Saline Gomez.” Angle answered. “She’s such a snotty bitch. She’s rude to everyone. She told Donnie to go kill himself and he almost did! That cheerleader isn’t causing any cheer. Someone had to stop her.”

“And you did?” April asked.

“Yeah!” Angel nodded. “How many other 16 year olds do you know that can build an explosive that sprays condiments and ink everywhere?”

“Tell me again why you’re not in college yet?”

“I love you too much to want to be a grade above you.” Angel shrugged.

“With the way you are, I’m amazed you can stand school at all.” April shook her head. Angel had always been smart – scary smart, in fact. Their parents had no clue what to do with her. Angel always needed a new challenge and without their folks to push her, Angel was stuck with personal projects, like explosives. April just hoped the school didn’t realize the condiments and glitter bombs where Angel’s handiwork.

April plopped down on the couch. “I’m beat!” She stretched. She shifted over for Angel. “Want to watch cartoons with me?”

“Nah.” Angel shook her head. “I have a project I’m working on. You have fun though.”