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been
stretched and become sharp at the edges; like a cat’s pupil looking
into the sun.
    The
expression on the reflection’s face had changed as well, no longer
resembling James’s expression, which had shifted into rather fear
than confusion; the reflection was grinning back at James in a
devilish and sinister way.
    James slowly
started to walk backward as the reflection started to move; instead
of going backward, like James did, the reflection walked forward,
setting a foot outside the mirror, as if it was merely a wooden
frame he’d been standing behind.
    James tripped
in his hurry to get away as he watched the scene unfold, and
started to crab-walk backward as fast as he could, without ever
taking his eyes off his reflection, who had now come out of the
mirror completely and was walking toward James.
    James crawled
backward as fast as he could, but the reflection got the best of
him; he bent over, baring his teeth in a sinister grin, before
lunging out at James, who let out a yell as he braced for
impact.
    James shot upright,
finding himself back in the safe darkness of his own bedroom. He
could feel drops of sweat roll down his face; his heart was
pounding loudly in his chest.
    Letting out a loud sigh,
James allowed himself to fall back on his pillow. What had that
been all about?
    He couldn’t remember what
had exactly happened, but he could remember being attacked by
himself... looking vaguely similar to one of the characters inside
the book.
    As he felt that his
heartbeat started to slow down, James looked aside, at the
led-screen of his alarm clock. It was close to six o’ clock; there
was no use in going back to sleep now. Despite of the autumn break,
James still always got up early.
    He silently slipped out
of bed, flipping on the light of the lamp on his nightstand. He
searched for the book he’d been reading earlier that night and
pretty much all afternoon; he was convinced that his dream had
something to do with that book.
    With the book, James
climbed back into bed, with his back resting against his pillow and
the book resting on his knees. As he got comfortable, he opened the
book somewhat halfway, right on two picture pages; just the right
pages to come to a surprising discovery.
    “ The people in these two pictures...” James
gasped. “They look different than yesterday – they look an awful
lot like us .”
    After making this
discovery, James proceeded to flip through the book, searching for
other pictures, hoping it’d been just a simple coincidence, or
maybe the sleep still being in control over his eyes.
    But it wasn’t. Every single picture looked exactly like
James and his friends; and he was certain that those
drawings hadn’t looked like them ever before.
    It mildly worried him;
yet, he put down the book, turned off the light and rolled over to
his left, trying to get some more sleep and put everything off his
mind for a bit.
    Luckily for James, he was
able to sleep for a few more hours, without having any more strange
dreams.
    When he woke up about two
hours later, he got dressed and quickly headed downstairs, where he
found his sister eating breakfast.
    “ Where’s
Mum?” James asked his sister, slightly confused, as he wasn’t able
to find his mother anywhere.
    “ Good
morning, James, yes I slept well, James, how kind of you to ask,”
Samira said sarcastically, while poking in a fried egg with a fork,
putting it on a sandwich. “Mum had to go to work; her flight left
earlier. She’ll be home by three.” She then proceeded to turn
around to look at her brother, holding her sandwich.
“Why?”
    James shrugged. “I was
just wondering.” He sat down beside his sister and tried to steal a
piece of the egg, but his sister slapped his hand away. “Don’t
touch that. Bake your own egg.”
    James snorted. “Fine,” he
said. “Maybe later. I’m not hungry now.”
    They sat there for a
while, James watching Samira finish her sandwich, before deciding
to talk to her about his