tall girl wishes to not be tall, ends up shrinking and is 'lost', magical full body mirror
30MIN
Nia stared down at the full body mirror.
"The only one I thought you could see your whole giraffe body in," her sister sniggered, nose ring wavering in the air as she cackled at her. Nia remained speechless, eyeing her lanky body in the mirror.
"Where did you even find this?"
"Garage sale of that weird old lady down the road. Free of charge."
Nia felt a caustic remark bubble up in her throat, but her sister's violet bush of hair had already floated out the door. Imagine being ten years younger than someone like her yet still a head taller. Nia sighed, stooping down to pick up her schoolbag. "Don't bump your head on the doorway again!" Her sister called out from her pickup truck, right as a loud thud reverberated throughout the hallway. Nia emerged bashfully, rubbing her head.
"Ow."
Nia scrambled down the steps of the school building, tears prickling her eyes. The taunts of the other students still ringing in her ears, she slammed the car door and averted her gaze from her sister. Her sister raised a pierced eyebrow.
"Don't." Nia snapped. The air was stuffy with an uncomfortable noiselessness, as Nia clutched her phone tightly. It always had to be her. She was always the victim of the jokes, the bullies, simply because of her height. After all, she could never escape them if her head always stuck out from the sea of high school students. Couldn't a boy have a growth spurt and not be this miserable in modern society?
Nia shakily slammed the door, footsteps thundering as she rushed upstairs. Her sister silently trailed in her own room, used to this behaviour. Nia flung herself on the bed. The ancient furniture creaked, threatening to collapse under her lofty stature. Her screams muffled in the sheets she rocked from side to side, making meagre attempts to muffle the sobs. She was sick of it. Nia shot up, glowering at her reflection in the mirror. She had had enough of being in this body. She wanted it to end. Nia's eyes fluttered shut, and in that moment all she could think of was the wish to be smaller.
Her sister in the other room, punk music blasting through her headphones, silently turned it off. The house was now silent, thank god, save for the gentle cooing of an owl and whistling wind rattling the panes outside. Finally, the house had settled into a comfotable quiescence. Just how late was it? How long had Nia been throwing her tantrum? The sister shrugged off her concerns, eyeliner dragging across her face as she sleepily rubbed her eye. She would check on her tomorrow morning.
Nia's mouth gaped into a monstrous yawn as she rose from the mattress. However, before she even had time to process her surroundings her head gently brushed against a soft fabric. It was as if her blanket had completely swallowed her. Heart palpitating in her chest, she scrambled out the end. Her pillow had ballooned to the side of a rugby field, the girl almost sinking in the middle. A shriek escaped her lips. However, it sounded shrill and squeaky, more like a mouse than a scrawny 16 year old girl. She slapped her hands over her mouth, stumbling back in shock. Her room had swelled in size, the full body mirror now towering over her tiny figure. Nia then glanced down at the floor, which seemed a mile away now. Never had she thought that getting out of her bed would ever be a challenge, but perhaps that was the case today. Limbs tensing, her mind jumbled with plans and ideas to make her way down.
She would find out how this had happened later. For now, she was going to be lost in her own world.
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