We were asked to write a point of view of our enemies. I wasn't sure what to write so I improvised a bit.

In front of me stands a girl. Not just any girl but the girl who I am a reflection to. She looks at herself in me and sees her reflection glinting back at her. She carefully inspects herself and pokes and prods at the illusions she sees. I have played a nasty trick on her. What she sees isn't completely true. I exaggerate as much of her reflection as I can. She is I and I am her so we both despise our looks. She turns at every angle and her face crumples the more she looks. I revel in this new development and know now it will just continue until there is nothing left.