Reflections (writnic)

All her around her reflections shimmered and waved, some smiling people, some confused just like her. Some of these people she didn't know but every so often she would catch a glimpse of the friends she had come in with. Most of the reflections were of her though.

Putting her hands out she walked forward until her hands met the cold metal hands of her reflection. Not this way. Turning, she tried heading towards another reflection, with no luck again.

She didn't know why she had let herself be talked into the mirror maze. She had always hated them. 

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