A Short Story : A Story?

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Hazel peered into the mirror, examining every inch of herself; long caramel hair cascading around her shoulders, cold green eyes, thin pretty face, slim figure, green dress falling to her knees, one sleeve wrapping around her right shoulder like a toga. A shimmering dress, that was worthy of prom. “Amina! Amina! Get in here! I need you to braid my hair!” A little woman, her fingers crinkled and worn with age hustled in, and sat down without a word quickly and quietly braiding Hazel’s hair. “Hurry up! I don’t have all day!” the old woman tied off the braid, and scampered away. “Gosh, so hard to find good help these days!” She turned back to the mirror. “Happy birthday Hazel! How's my baby girl!” her mother swept in, her face held only smiles, but her eyes were ice.
“Sure, whatever, I’ve gotta get ready, so I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone.” In the past, this sassy attitude would have at least made her mother purse her lips, instead, she swept out without a word. Turning again back to the mirror, Hazel screamed. A girl with grimy, short hair and wild eyes was standing on her desk, “It’s true! It worked!” the girl exclaimed. Hazel opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream, only to have the wind knocked out of her as the girl punched her in the stomach. “Get out of my house rat!” Hazel yelled, clutching her stomach. “Get out of my house rat!” She mimicked. Her voice was identical to Hazel’s, “One last thing.” She smacked Hazel again, and she fell the

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