Ricky's POV
"Sweetheart!" My mother called from down the hall. "I have a gift for you!"
Knowing how terrible and slightly girlish her gifts usually are, I don't have high hopes for this. "Ah! There you are!" She said with a warm smile. "I need you to close your eyes."
"Mom! I'm almost 17!" I say in protest, but she gives the puppy eyes, and I crack. "Fine!" I close my eyes, and hear her move something down the hall.
"Ok! Go look in your room!" She said with an almost-overly excited expression. I rolled my eyes and walked back into my room. "It's..... a mirror.....?"
"Not just any mirror! It's supposedly haunted!"
"Great! Thanks, Mom!" This time I sounded genuinely happy. I guess my fake happiness has started to sound, and look, real.
Later that night, I woke up from a nightmare. Everyone staring at me, calling me names, telling me that I'm not good enough. To get it out of my system, I took a dry-erase marker and wrote all of it down. Those people aren't wrong though. I am stupid, I am ugly, and, yeah, like I said; they weren't wrong.
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