By Caroline Fraser

She looks into the mirror at the pale, blue eyes starring back.  Who do those eyes remind her of?  Her mother?  Her eyes hold so many memories, some great and some she would rather forget; nonetheless these are the memories that echo in her mind.  Her childhood a blur, but memories of high school are still vivid.  Her clothes fit snug to her body and straight, brown hair falls gently over her shoulders.  She bites her fingernails like she always has done and what is left of the short stubby nails are painted in a clear varnish.