
Before sitting, I glanced at the mirror attached to the wall across the chair, right on the wall of the mushola. This mirror has either been here since when because only small fragments remain. About the size of a palm. Though I believe the original size of a mirror that is in the mushola that can be used by three people at the same time even though they are stuck.
After prayer, we usually like to wear a veil, we usually wrestle who can get the front, so that the mirror is clearer. If you lose you have to be willing behind him, on the left and right in front. Actually quite clear also to reflect, but yes, it feels if there is a front that disturbs the scenery. I think it's pretty it doesn't look.
Well, somehow if you look in the mirror outside this face feels more beautiful. The original is the same. Maybe because he was alone? I don't know. But sometimes girls like it, different mirrors also feel. In this mirror feels ugly, in the mirror it feels beautiful, and in another mirror just a. Tuh, so the girl is a matter of mirrors is really complicated.
Although many times there are friends who forbid to look in the mirror here, I never stop. You see, there are also many others who live in this broken mirror. Like I said, it feels more beautiful.
Some have said that you should not read in the broken mirror because later if you are married, you will divorce. If I don't remember wrong. Or will it be difficult to get a match? Uh, isn't it sitting at the door that's blocking the soul mate? Ah, I don't know. I forget. There are many myths that are not necessarily the truth circulating. I don't believe in myths, after all.
I rubbed my hands, duh, kok so cold gini, yes. Where the stomach hurts anyway. Not very good. Did I just buy antimencret drugs, yes, to the pharmacy ahead? But I'm afraid to be on the road even want eek again. It's also not funny if the release really fits the road again.
My fate is great, yes. If in the novels are sick girls usually menemenin girlfriend until the guy skipped class. This is mah boro-boro, Azam knows not even. Where did my phone miss in class anyway. So join it like this, right. I should have brought it, it's quite possible to play games while waiting for the next stomachache attack. Hah, this is really like a single person. Even accompanied by a toilet ghost.
Tuh, right. My mind went back to the toilet ghost. I remember, why does every school have a ghost story? In the past SD time, there were so many horror stories. He said there were bloodied hands on the roof of Class IV, and if the afternoon there were strange noises. He said the ranks of the upper class, because my elementary school was uneven, so there was one on the top ground, in front of the ceremonial field, there was also in a lower place. The upper classes are the same as classes IV, V, and VI. Because the building was newly repaired, a lot of horror stories that accompany it. Until I was afraid of the road through there.