I feel myself start to move, making a circle, and I find that I have made a half circle... And I'm on the other side of the mirror?! I need to calm down... Maybe I'm not on the other side....
I try walking away from the mirror, but I cannot. Nothing I try to do works. It's like I've been glued to the ground.
I look at the mirror at the people behind me, talking. I can hear them fine. I see the white tiled floor, the white walls, the big windows, the glass doors out of the school.
Then, I start to move without me wanting to. Maybe I really am in the mirror. I move closer to the other students, and I'm no longer looking at the mirror.
What is moving me isn't me. The only thing I could come up with is my reflection. It doesn't make any sense, but what else would it be?
My reflection says, "Hi."
"Hi..." someone says back. 
"You've always been a quiet person, what's up?" Someone else asks.
"I decided to be more social," my reflection says.
"I see."
"The bus should be here soon," a teacher says.
"What do you like to do?" My reflection asks to the girl who said I was quiet.
"I like being on my computer. Anyway, what's your name? My name is Clara."
"My name is Akumu," my reflection responds.
"That's a nice and unusual name. I like it."
"Thank you... Yours in usual too."
"Are you sitting with anyone on the bus? We could sit together if you wanted."
"Alright."
"What is your last name? Mine is Hikari," says Clara.
"Mine is Mari."
My reflection stands there, waiting.
Now I'm going to have to be friends with this person... I'm being forced to be more social... That is, if I ever get out of here.
I am starting to feel bad for my reflection. It has to do whatever I do. It doesn't get to do anything for itself.
The bus arrives, and my reflection walks out the door with everyone else on the bus. The bus leaves, and eventually all I see is whiteness.