Through the Mirror Through the Mirror When I look in the mirrorI see a girl with wavy reddish hairAnd big brown eyes.I see a girl, in her favorite sweatshirt,Her favorite jeans, and boots.But when I look into the girls eyes,I see much more than that;A girl with hopes and dreams.A dream to graduate high school,A dream to go to college.A dream to maybe be a journalist,Or perhaps an artist.I look even further into her eyes,And see more and even bigger dreams than before.A dream to grow up,A dream to get married.A dream to start a family.That's when I realizeI was looking at myselfThe entire time.
The Next Time The Next Time My, now I wonder when isThe next time we will meet.At last I see you;I hope you will sweep me off my feet,That you will run your fingersThrough my hairThen give me a sweet kissAnd be glad I'm finally there.
Ch. 1 - There We MetChapter 1There We MetThat was the first time I saw him. I was sitting there, halfway up in the bleachers, at Pasadena High Schools first varsity home game of the season. At that minute, I had been reading my book, getting bored with the game. All of a sudden, there was a ton of commotion on the field, and, naturally, I looked up. Then, I saw him. He looked right at me, right into my eyes, and smiled at me. I had never met him before, let alone seen him before. How could have this total stranger been smiling at me? Im not that pretty. And Im kind of a nerd, too. Im positive my hair was frizzy at the time, as I took a shower right before the game and had no time to blow it out. My hair and eyes are such a dull color too, both a dull brown. I didnt under stand how he, a super hot guy, could be smiling at me, of all people.The mystery man stopped for a few seconds at the bottom of the bleachers, staring at me intently. I tried to ignore him and his s