Stasis

The bathroom is even colder. Goosebumps rise on your arms as the chilly air envelops you.

You brush your teeth, run a comb through your hair, wash your face and stare into the utilitarian mirror.

A plain-faced teenager stares back at you. She has dark hair a few inches past her shoulders and is of medium build. Olive skin, the same light brown tone as everyone else in your family. Not beautiful, not ugly, just perfectly average.
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