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NOTES:

Honestly, you can skip this chapter. I'm writing this note from WAYYYY into the future of the og writing of this chapter, and so I can say with confidence its not my best work, and I'm not the biggest fan of it, but it gets the job done enough that my laziness triumphs my perfectionism.

It's really just context for how she gets there and a small glimpse at her family, who will be mentioned anyway in the story.

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A soft breeze swept through the old home , landing on light sandalwood skin ,the being it belonged to currently occupied peeling glue off  her hands,  conversing loudly with a friend over FaceTime.

"You're so going to get possessed"

"Shut up , Jules. Its just a broken mirror, and I fixed it . What harm could it do? Turn me into Flat Stanely?"

Off screen , a tired sigh emitted from her companion as she went to wash her hands free of the leftover glue.

"Back to what I was saying, This is how horror movies start , Y'know?? You found them in the freaking woods!!"

Faking offense, she rolled her eyes as she mocked back.

"Actually, It was in a Rabbit hole, dumbass."

"That doesn't matter , if you die, Im going steal a ton of shit from you, especially your combat boots"

"Ill put them in my nonexistent will for you , would you like my PS5 with your purchase at the funeral parlor todsy?"

"Sure, what music should I play at your funeral?"

"Crab Rave"

Cleaning up the mess from repairing the mirror , the two talked until sundown , finally hanging up after as She got called to Dinner by her elder sister, unaware of the Mirrors bright glow as she left her room

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"Estelle, its leftovers tonight,  can you grab Ciaro? I think he's still in his room"

Closing the creaky oak door to her room, she faced the hallway, yelling out to her sister

"If you're in the kitchen, aren't you closer to his room, Luisa?"

From across the hall, she heard the second eldest member of the siblings, be it by only 3 minutes after Luisa, dramatically gasp, and she didn't need to be in the room to know he was doing the whole "Clutching my pearls" pose.

"Asking our dear sister, still recovering from her surgery, to walk 4 feet? For shame Estelle, for shame."

"Speaking of, when do you intend to clean up the confetti from her transition party? Didn't dad make you promise to clean up after you and mom begged him to bring a confetti canon into the house?"

"Ciaro said he wanted to test some new gadget he made to clean it, what kind of a big brother would I be to deny his curiosity?"

"Making the 12 year old do the work you promised to do, very sly , Marcello"

Seemingly focused on tinkering some odd form of head gear, the small boy seemed to pay her no mind as he fidgeted on.

"Ciaro, it's leftovers tonight. Hurry up before all the good stuff is gone."

Halfway through her sentence, his work in progress still clutched in his hand, the boy dashed down the hallway.

She shook her head just a bit with a smile

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Elegant curls , Engraved with briars, roses , flames and more surrounded the mirror frame, aswell as multicolored jewels , and a small school crest , all refurbished by her efforts lay dormant on the wall above the head of her bed , her many  stuffed animals making its gothic appearance seem out of place.

As she turned to look at it once more from where she lay ,Homescreen of twisted wonderland open on her screen.

She saw an odd version of the reflection, instead of Kalim ,Beaming blissfully and smiling on her home screen , it only showed a reaching hand right above her.

Curious , she reached out to it , viewing it from the reflection of her screen as if it was a modern Medusa,  only to feel a small shock , then watch her hand go past the screen , as if nothing happened.

Not noticing the hand no longer remained in the phone's reflection, but the Mysterious Mirror she had placed in her room still rippled with its retreat as she remained blissfully unaware of its soon to be surprise.

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After so many hours spent tossing and turning, the douvé blanket looked akin to a wrinkled Burrito as she lay snuggled inside.

Chocolate , priorly braided locks now only loosely braided at all, framed her sleep softened cheeks. Tufts of her hair pointing out in random directions, as if tiny , fluffy mushrooms had grown overnight and decided to have a family reunion on her head.

a voice, static covering their words, echoed from the glass above her, like a phone breaking up.

g⃣O⃣ -o⃣ -- M⃣--r⃣O⃣r⃣

"Shut up Leo "  she stirred , mistaking the voice for her brother attempting to rouse her awake to rope her into another prank of his
She sat up slightly, only for her sleep adjusted eyes to be assaulted by a bright green , blue and purple light from behind her.

The Mirror...?

"Please forgive me, then"

Now the voice seemed a bit clearer, but its owner sounded shaken , for whatever reason.

"Im not awake enough for this..."  She was only still proccssing when a two disembodied hands grabbed her own, and began dragging  her through the mirror.

"WAIT-"

The rest of her was already long gone before she could finish her thought...

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And so it begins!!

Like mentioned , most of Estelles past experiences will be based off my own , pretty much exactly how they happened to me with a few altered details.

Luisa and Marcello are partially a reference to my cousins , who one of which did recently get surgery, so I thought I'd add that little detail in!

(If your reading this, which i doubt but still , Congrats Iz!!)

I hope you are just as excited as I am to start this journey!
In the words of Asagiri,  (atleast, in my version of what he said, since the original quote is quite long, but its origin is his words)

"This story is not for those who are good at living , but for those , like me, who need stories as their oxygen, their motivation to keep on moving, despite the cruelty of this world.
These are the people I hope my story will reach the hearts of, even if its just a simple fanfiction,
I hope you will see within the strength of someone just like Estelle , who is meant to not only represent myself, but proof while that walking through hell, you might find diamonds . 
No matter how dirty or scratched a diamond may get, no matter what it may believe it, can not be shattered.
Those who have also survived the pressures of this world , to me, are diamonds."

-Me (Based of Asagiris quote from an Interview, but my own take on it)

Sorry if thats a bit corny!! Im just super excited to share this with you all, and even though its through a book, I intend to add my own feelings from personal experiences from life into this, and sharing that with you guys is going to be an interesting experience!

ANYWHOOO

Now, Lets diving down the rabbit hole.

Well, shall we?