Well, this is the first time I submit a story. A prologue. It is not that long, though, but does it really matter? I'm also not very good with prologues, and that's because I don't tend to write them. Now I've tried and I want to know what you think about it. I have not started to write the story, because I don't know if I'm going to write it yet. If it turns out that people want to read the rest after reading this prologue, that would be just great.
I hope you will review this prologue and help me to improve myself.
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The Robyn Academy ~ The prologue
The first nightmare
I bent down over a ceramic sink in a bathroom I’ve never been into. How did I end up here? The last thing I could remember was that I lay on the bed; reading a book called Alice in Wonderland.
I took a look around. The bathroom was small; too small for my taste. The walls were black and the dim light hardly made the room any brighter. The floor was covered with dust and dirt and could have had use for a wash. Spider’s webs hung in the corners and black spiders climbed the ceiling. Those spiders really annoyed me. I couldn’t press myself up against the wall to get out of their way either. Don’t get me wrong. I like spiders; you know the ones you keep in bed when you’re asleep. They are cute, but these ones? No way.
I found out that my hands were resting on each side of the sink. The sink was ice cold, and suddenly it felt like my head was about to explode. I had to pinch my eyes again. Where did all this pain come from anyway? I couldn’t remember having any sort of pain while reading. Not even a little bit.
After several minutes in pain I looked up. There was a pale girl looking back at me. Her eyes were red and it looked like she had been crying. Her long blonde hair was a big mess and it was all dirty; just like the rest of her skinny upper body. I wondered where all that dirt came from? It had to come from outside, though; a garden or a forest maybe?
I lifted my right hand up to touch her, and she lifted her left at the same time. I began to be suspicious. There was something strange with this girl and when our hands met I came to the conclusion that I was correct. Her fingertips were too cold and I had to pull my own hand back.
When I looked closer at her I could see that she didn’t wear more clothes than a dirty night gown. Everything outside were covered in white snow; it was winter.
I stared at the girl’s red eyes for a long time, and every single moment she stared back at me with the same expression on her face. She started to freak me out.
When I realized why, I opened my mouth to scream, but there was no sound coming out. The girl did the same thing. I could rather not hear any sound coming out of her mouth.
The thing was that I was looking in a mirror. The girl I saw in front of me was just a reflection; a reflection of myself. The skinny girl with the long blond hair was now me. Me. I couldn’t believe it. I wouldn’t believe it, either. I stared in the mirror while I tried to figure out how this had happened.
“Gwen!” I heard someone shout from a place that seemed miles away before everything suddenly turned black. Before I knew it, I looked at the ceiling of my own bedroom…
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