Not Every Friday Is Awesome

As I got up, I realized gleefuly that it was Friday.

"Finally!" I murmered, as I looked in the mirror. "It's Friday!"

I went to smooth my hair, but my reflection had other ideas.

Mirror-me blinked as she raised her hands, and the stopped mimicking me altogether.

Mirror-Me put her hands to the glass, and this time I was the one forced to copy.

As I leaned in, terrified, the world began to spin and I fell through the mirror. I was now a reflection!

I was forced to do whatever my used-to-be reflection did, wich included mothing two words to finish my sentance- "The thirteenth."