Bella woke up that day to the sound of her parents yelling at each other once again. She hated when this happened. Almost every other morning they had a fight about stupid things like "you didn't put the bread in the toaster" or "the pantry isn't organized the way I like it". They wanted divorce, but the court won't except it.

Bella groaned and clitched her head. She wished she could sleep forever in her own fantasy world. Live in her books, and create her dreams. But no, all she is, is a dumb blonde.

After staring at the wall in disdain for five minutes Bella finally got up to go to the washroom. She splashed her face with warm water to wake up. Her dressing table was empty other then a few hair ties and a large mirror next to it.

Bella examined her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde locks were tangled, and sticking out everywhere. Dull blue eyes stared back at her with pity. The freckles on her porcelain white skin stood out like dots made by  marker.

Suddenly her reflection smiled back at her, but Bella was sure she wasn't smiling. The reflection laughed at her clueless expression and waved at her. Bella looked down at her own hand which was clenched by her side.

What is happening? Am I going mad?

The reflection signaled for Bella to come forward. It opened it's mouth to talk, but no sound came out. At this the reflection looked sad, but she hid it quick.

A corner of Bella's mind told her to go, to obey, but where would she go? Where was the reflection calling her? In a daze Bella put her hand forward to touch the mirror, but what happened left dumb-founded.

Her hand never met the mirror. Instead her hand sunk through the glass. Bella gasped and pulled her hand back in shock. She had never felt anything like that before. It felt like she put her hand in liquid happiness. Was that even possible?

The reflection kept on signalling for Bella to come through the mirror. To follow her, so Bella did. Bella took one step, then another, then a third, and she finally stepped through.

Going through the mirror was the best thing ever. It felt like drowning in every happy thought in the world. Like drowning in what she wished her life could be like. Bella looked around at the forest around her.

She couldn't believe she just walked through her mirror. She walked through her mirror! Is this normal? Does every mirror does this? Where was the reflection that called her?

So I thought it'd be cool if I end this one on a cliffhanger. I know it's very short, but I still hope you enjoy it. This first chapter is for the book of competition called- Fantasy Contests. And the author is Vancy101