The mirror's image was blurry. I squinted my eyes, turning my head one way and another. What could it be? The shape looked humanoid. Black hair...tanner skin...It was a boy! A boy? But what did that mean? He turned around, and the image sharpened. His face wasn't unpleasant. With a start, I realized his skin wasn't tan, but coffee colored-he wasn't Caucasian. His eyes widened in shock as though he recognized what he was looking at. He looked flustered.

Then his lips moved. I could only understood the last word.

"...Sierra?"

THE END