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.
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.