I hadn't really planned on going to college, but life changes-people change. Back in high school, I used to be a C student. 'I think it's actually hotter than that.' I set my schoolwork in the trash, all marked with A's. 'I swear it's like a hundred and ten outside.' All this heat is making me sweat.' She rips some photos off her dresser mirror and throws them into an open box. I write 'Art Supplies' neatly on the box and click the cap back on the Sharpie. Honestly, Ella, sometimes I think you have OCD.' Not sure which one, though, since you didn't label them.' 'I think you packed them in one of those. Even if it does mean I have to go home.' She tucks strands of her hair behind her ear and tosses a makeup bag into her purse. I'm just really excited to be getting a break. I pick up a roll of packing tape off the dresser. 'Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm so glad it's over.' Lila skips into the room with a cheery smile on her face and a drink in her hand. I pull my hair into a messy bun and place my charcoal pencils into a box on my bed, packing them with my other art supplies. It's almost completely concealed by drawings and obscures all of my reflection except for my green eyes, which are frosted with infinite pain and secrets. I tape one of my old sketches over the mirror on the dorm wall. It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror. My legs are extensively long and with heels, I'm taller than most of the guys I know. My long auburn hair goes well with my pale complexion. If a reflection revealed what was on the outside, I'd be okay. They know who I used to be a loud-spoken, reckless girl, who showed what she felt to the world. Not because I hate my reflection or that I suffer from Eisoptrophobia.

The secret of ella and micha