Magic Mirror

• Kobi Bondareff, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2014

Magic Mirror by Kobi Bondareff

It is 11:25 am on a Sunday. My name is Charlotte. I live in LA which is the busiest city around. It’s raining like usual. The town is grey and gloomy. “Ughh I’m terribly bored,” I said to myself. All I can do is jump in puddles outside which I’ve already done. Mum and Dad come back from work. Did I mention that I live in an apartment? Mum and Dad call out for me. I hide under the blanket pretending to not be there so I can actually have fun with mum and dad. They yell at me after they find me and gave me a … small mirror! I can see it’s second-hand as it has chips and cracks on it. It also has gold swirls on it which now look more like a disgusting yellow colour instead of a vibrant gold. The mirror is the most disgusting mirror I had ever seen. “Thanks,” I say not actually meaning it. I walked into my bedroom throwing the mirror on my bed.

“Ouch! A bit of respect please!” says the mirror and now it has a face on it. I scream while running into a dresser. “Jeez I’m not that scary!” says the mirror. I’m struggling for words. “Uh…uh…um,” I manage to get out. “Do you talk?” says the mirror once again. “Yes I do. Why, just why, are you talking and why do you have an ugly mirror cover?” I asked. “Excuse me, but I’m NOT ugly. Secondly, I’m a magic mirror,” the mirror replied. “What’s so magic about you anyway?” I asked. “Well I can do wizardry, except I’m stuck in a mirror,” the mirror stated with a frown on its face. “Show me a spell,” I say back. “Okay. Huda, Huda, MALCAMOR,” garbled the magic mirror.

Then in a flash we were in my future! At first I had no idea where I was. The magic mirror was nowhere to be found. “I’m over here!” shouted a strange man. He was tall, taller than my dad, in fact he was humongous. He had blonde curly hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a very serious suit with a tie. He had a bent nose. “Who are you?” I asked. “Well, duh I’m the magic mirror!” said the strange man. “But you said you were stuck in the mirror!” I shouted in shock. “Well in your future, I guess someone released me from my curse,” expressed the magic mirror. Then I looked down at my hands but they weren’t my hands, I thought. They were all wrinkly. Then in a flash we were home.

“What happens in my future?” I shouted these words at the mirror. Then the mirror told me something that I will remember forever - “Just let life lead you down your path. Don’t try to go down a different path. Mistakes will happen and don’t cry about them, remember them.” Then he just disappeared.

A life lesson learnt.