Thomas Davids was a young man in highschool, and he always had a mirror with him.
It was considered odd, and even annoying at first, but over time, most students just grew used to seeing it. They’d even started calling him ‘Mirror’, so much so that most people didn’t know his real name anymore, and even teachers had trouble remembering it.
Thomas wasn’t a particularly extraordinary student, nor was he a bad one - his grades were relatively average, e didn’t have very many friends, but he didn’t have too few. He took part in clubs, and was even on the Soccer team. Even so, though, he was only really known for his mirrors.
Ever since school had started, he would show up to class carrying a mirror. Very occasionally, he would look into the mirror, just for a few seconds, and then put it back down again, without doing or saying anything. At first, it was considered a joke, but then it became obvious that he didn’t do it for comedic value. He never said why he did it, and no one asked, for they were too intimidated by him. Thus, the year slowly went by with no one asking about the mirror.
During his junior year, Thomas’ school welcomed a new student by the name of Pamela Evans. Pamela was loud, abrasive, and she was extremely annoyed by Thomas and his mirrors. She managed to make friends rather quickly, and she had no problem complaining about Thomas to them.
“But WHY does no one ever bother confronting him about the stupid thing?” She complained loudly one day at lunch, shoving her tray away. Her two friends, Ava and Bree, both shrugged.
“It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, Pam.” Ava commented, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a mirror.” Bree nodded in agreement. Pamela fumed at the answer, crossing her arms.
“If it bothers you so much, just ask him.” Bree suggested, shrugging once more. “I mean, unless you’re scared he’ll kill you or something.” She teased, a grin forming on her face. Pamela thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, fine.” She said, much to her friends surprise. “I’ll go ask him.” With that, Pamela stood up from her table, and went off to find Thomas.
Much to her own surprise, Thomas wasn’t in the cafeteria. After talking to his friends, she found out that he spent his lunchtime in the library, and was most likely there now. Determined to get her answer, she left the lunchroom and headed down the mostly empty hallway to the library.
When she got there, she gently pushed the door open and peeked inside, looking around. Stepping inside, she paused, then started off toward the tables when she spotted the boy she was looking for. Every fiber of her being wanted to yell, but knowing she had to be quiet, she sat down and started to whisper, “Alright, tell me what’s with the freakin’ mirrors.” She demanded in a whisper-yell.
Thomas looked up at her from his book, expression blank. “Are you sure you want to know?” He asked, voice just as emotionless as his expression.
Pamela, despite being off-put by the response, nodded and frowned. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know, genius.” She snapped, crossing her arms.
Thomas simply shrugged, picking up his mirror and looking into it.
“I use it to remind myself that I’m not alone.”