Mirror, mirror #1 Dreamlandstory 5

Mirrors. Hundreds of stories are written about it. What do we see in a mirror? Nothing more than the world behind you, some of you would say, but could there be more? Is there a world we can't see? For example, why doesn't Vampires and ghosts don't have a mirror image? They don't reflect in them. And why are there so many stories about mirrors? Where does the mirror in your hallway come from? Ever thought about it?

Soraya was abeautiful girl. As a daughter from a wgite Dutch father and a black mother from Ghana, she was a mix between the, Her skin was golden brown. She Always laughed about being called a mix. Like she had been mixed in some kind of dish or cocktail. But man, was she beautiful. And the thing was, Soraya knew. Her long black, slightly curled hair, her skin, looking like the most delicious chocolate drink and her dark brown eyes in the shape of almonds, made men go crazy. And that wasn't all. When you looked her over from top down you'd see a beautiful slim body with small but firm breasts and the tightest ass you could dream of. A man became vrainless just by seeing it.
Soraya wasn't an easy girl too deal with. Her African roots amde her a lioness. When somebody tried to clame her, she opened her claws. Nobody owned her, and everybody knew or would discover it quickly. Once a boy was kissed by her honeysweet lips, he would instantly turn into a braindead zombie doing whatever Soraya would ask of them, and that was really handy, especially know while she recieved the key of her first appartement.

She was very selective. Only the strongest boys she knew she asked to help her, and off course her best friend Nikkie.
It isn't small, Sore. Nikkie said. Nikkie's real name was Nicole, but nobody ever was allowed to use that name when calling her. She hated that name.
Your father worked his ass off. You only have to move your stuff in here.
My dad want's to be alone with my mom, so he can run after her around the table, Soraya laughed. Her father treated his Queen of the nile, as he kalled her, like an actual queen. It was no surprise. Her mother looked amazing. Nothing like fifty, her actual age. Soraya once went to a beauty fair with her mother, and a photographer immediately invited them to a mother daughter shooting. Soraya was thrilled with the idea, but her mother didn't want to.
I am no piece of meat, she had said, and Soraya agreed. No matter how many times he was asked to pose for a shooting, she refused every single time she was asked. She first wanted to finish her school, and by that time she would see what time will bring, she figured. But now, she had an appartement to turn into her home. Her girlcave, like she calle it.

Soraya looked outside the window into the street, and at the corner she could see the rental buss just arrive from the corner of it.
I think my stuff is arriving, she shouted and she smiled, danced and clapped her hands like a little girl waiting for her birthday gift. She looked into the front of the bus and saw Erwin behind the steering weel, so now she knew she was right. Erwin opened the side window and screamed.
hey princess, we are bringing your stuff to decorate your palace.

Come on Nikkie, let's help the boys, my stuff is here, and off course, that was the moment the Phone rang.
Damn, Soraya said. Yeah, Soraya here, oh hey mom. Yes, the boys are here,.What? Lamps? No, I'm going to buy them in just a moment, this is only furniture. Yeas mom, I'll call when I need dad as an electrician, I promise. Bye, love you too mom, yes, mom. I'm kinda busy now. Kisses too. She quickly hang up the Phone.
Nikkie looked at her. How rude! But she started laughing. Nikkie knew her family very well, and understood soraya didn't have the time to chat now. When her mother started talking, hours could go by. She was such a sweet lady, Nikkie new.
What are you still standing there? Come on! Soraya grabbed Nikkie's hand en almost dragged her through the hall on the way outside.

To be continued...

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