The floor felt cold under Destiny's Side, her ears were ringing and she tasted blood in her mouth. They do not get the pleasure of seeing you cry she told herself as she Pressed her Palm into the ground and stood A single soldier Facing an army. How did she get herself into this predicament? you might ask. Well let me be your guide through the Vast jungle we call middle school. But to begin this tale we must start at the beginning.Once upon a time, In an ordinary house in an ordinary town there lived an extraordinary girl. Only she didn't know she was extraordinary. In fact someone showed up who told her she wasn't extraordinary at all.Cleopatra Balgandi only she just goes by Cleo, stared at her reflection in the mirror. “This year's gonna be the year you're popular” She told herself “not another year eating lunch or with the Weirdos or joining the chess club” she pointed at herself scoldingly “got that cleo!” She took a deep breath and opened her closet. The first day of eighth grade was today and she was picking out her outfit. Because an outfit is a first impression and a first impression is everything.She chose a pair of blue jeans and a white button up then turned to face the mirror again but in an instant her reflection had changed the carefree child with dark brown hair and a big smile was replaced with an awkward tween with pimples and braces and and the mirror started talking it was a voice that was her own only it wasn't. “Wow I thought skinny jeans went out in the '90s” poor Cleo didn't know what to think she threw open her drawers and pulled out a pair of leggings the mirror laughed sweetly “oh you weren't joking” Cleo dug furiously through piles of clothes turning her room into a junkyard but still came up empty. Finally when tears were about to spill over she resorted to her sister’s closet snagging a pair of white baggy jeans that went really well with her completion. She would return them before Reyna even knew they were gone. Back in her room she bit her bottom lip and showed the looking Glass, it smiled sadly “I think that's the best you're going to do” Cleo dressed and left the evil mirror behind but the voice followed her reflection in the car window the mud puddle and finally in the door handle at school but the voice no longer belonged to the reflection it had settled in her heart and she believed it to her very core.Chapter 2 the first day Now you may be screaming “Cleo no don't listen to the mirror it's evil” even though you know she can't hear you you might think she is dumb, you may wish I would move on to the exciting part already, or you might relate, whoever you are dear reader you must know two things. Firstly it is my duty as a narrator to guide you unscarred through distant lands, make you feel, think and understand. So let me set the stage. The sky has opened and is dumping rain upon the popular and the misfits ruining styled and barely brushed hair seeping through raincoats and getting under everyone's skin the floors are slick with the slippery stuff and the janitors have run out of warning signs. Our beloved main character is at her locker studying her schedule, miss fail first period. Oh dear miss fail the worst teacher Beaver River has. No one has ever seen her smile. She fails anyone she doesn't like hence the name. She gives homework, loads of homework and she walks with a cane that she uses to hit the naughty kids with. (I'm not sure how true that is) Rumor has it she ate a child (where the heck did you hear that?) (Doesn't matter, back to our story) Over the bustle and the squeak screech of the middle school hall an unmistakable click click click of D’ossay heels broke through to Cleo's ears. Only one girl wore Chic pumps in Middle School. Serene Serene the goddess the angel the Queen the star she was surrounded by googly-eyed guys and admiring girls orbiting her serving her complimenting everything from her tiny button nose to her long golden ringlets but deep down they all wished they were her, our dear Cleo was no exception. “If you want to be worth something that better be you someday” her reflection screamed in the puddle on the floor. “What are you waiting for? gooooo talk to her." So obediently Cleo smoothed her shirt, fluffed her hair and prepared to approach her new destiny but destiny fell in front of her. I'm not trying to be poetic, destiny is someone you know if you read the prologue ( I really hope you did) the second thing you should know is my other job as a narrator is to keep you on your toes and help you expect the unexpected so this story has two main characters.Chapter 3 destiny Destiny deeds sat with her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands staring at the perfect square tiles on the waiting room’s floor jealous. Jealous because tiles don't have eyes that cry, tiles don't have a brain to replay every moment searching for something to do differently but most of all because tiles don't have brothers to di