Chapter 9: Curse Or Blessing?

I stared into the mirror, a seemingly different me staring back. I was the same person, same dark green eyes that grew darker as the iris moved out, the same fiery red hair that was darker at the scalp and lightning at the bottom, same dots of freckles crossing the bridge of my nose and dotting my cheek bones, same ghostly pale skin with a brilliant contrast between my cheeks and forehead - but there was something different. I seemed more mature, more sophisticated. It might have been the way my long, pin-straight hair was curled and put up into a classy, but sloppy, bun. Maybe it was the way I had put makeup on and the internal accomplishment of doing it myself made me feel different. Maybe it was the dress I was wearing - the polka-dotted one that hung high around my thighs. Or maybe, it was the experiences swimming in the depths of my eyes. It was odd how only two days had passed and I felt like a whole new person.

A sudden knock on the door alerted me, making me spin around and ru