The Mirror's Secret

The mirror had always been a mystery to me. It was an antique, with intricate carvings and strange symbols etched into the frame. My grandmother had given it to me before she passed away, telling me it was a family heirloom from Korea. But I never imagined it would become a doorway to another world.

I stared at the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. I was a typical Korean high school student, with long black hair and brown eyes. I wore a white uniform and had a math book open on my desk, trying to study for my upcoming exam. But my mind kept wandering, thinking about the strange dreams I had been having lately.

As I touched the glass, a shiver ran down my spine. The reflection of my room began to ripple, like water disturbed by a stone. I felt a strange sensation, like I was being pulled through the mirror. And then, I was standing in a world unlike any I had ever seen.

The sky was a deep shade of purple, and the trees were like crystal, reflecting the light in dazzling colors. I saw a figure approaching me - a boy with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair, dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono.

"Konnichiwa," he said, bowing deeply. "My name is Haru. And you are?"

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But as I looked into Haru's eyes, I felt a connection that went beyond words

As I sat in class, I couldn't help but feel my mind wander. I was bored and frustrated, and my teacher's droning voice wasn't helping. I began to doodle in my notebook, losing myself in the swirls and patterns.

But my teacher, Mr. Kim, didn't appreciate my artwork. "Soyeon, are you paying attention?" he snapped, his voice echoing through the classroom.

I felt my face flush as the other students turned to stare at me. "No, I wasn't," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Kim scowled. "You need to focus, Soyeon. This is important material."

The other girls in my class snickered and whispered to each other. Hana, the mean and popular one, spoke up. "Yeah, Soyeon, why can't you just pay attention for once?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as the other girls joined in. "You're so weird, Soyeon," they said. "You're always daydreaming and drawing."

I tried to ignore them, but it was hard. I felt like an outcast, a misfit. And when the bell rang and class ended, I couldn't wait to get out of there.

As I walked down the hallway, the tears began to fall. I felt so alone, so helpless. I wished I had a bodyguard, someone to protect me from all the mean people in the world. I wished I had powers, like the superheroes in the comics I loved.

But I didn't have any of those things. I was just Soyeon, a lonely and bullied high school student.

I reached my locker and slumped against it, letting the tears flow. I wished I could disappear, wished I could escape this miserable reality.

And as I stood there, crying and alone, I had no idea that my wish was about to come true.

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