My Magical Mirror

By Ines Lai

My Magical Mirror

Amber Orolla was bad at everything.

Bad at English. Bad at Mathematics. Bad at Art.

Bad at Public Speaking. Bad at Sport.

She was just ... bad at everything!

One night, Amber crept downstairs to grab a book. There, she discovere

• Language: English
• Publisher: LittlePenman
• Release date: Sep 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9780645271317

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Contents

Prologue Comic

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue Comic

Epilogue

Letter from Amber

About the Author

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Prologue

SCHOOL: SIX CRUEL HOURS OF OUR LIVES. Ever felt like you failed in something at school? Well, that’s what happens to me, but every day. Do you like school, love school, are okay with school, don’t really like school, or HATE school? I think you know my answer already. I don’t really hate school, I’m just really bad at everything. So, I think you already have a vision about how bad I am.

Amber, my teacher, Mr Hawken started, what is 64 times 75?

I groaned. He always asks me. He knows I won’t know. But he still asks me time after time, day after day, and week after week. I don’t know, sir, I answered instead.

Why don’t you try to figure it out? Mr Hawken asked.

Umm … I looked up. There was no way I was going to figure it out! But Mr Hawken always insists on me trying, no matter what. I need to go to the bathroom, I lied.

Alright, Amber, but make it quick.

The whole class watched me as I slowly rose from my seat and walked out of the room. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom and sighed when I got there. As I pushed open the white bathroom door, a mellow feeling passed through me. The shiny, white walls of the bathroom appeared. I locked myself in a cubicle so no one could see me and took a pocket mirror from my pocket. I opened the mirror. It was my lucky mirror, and I always looked at it. I smiled to the reflection of myself on the mirror. Mirror me always reminded myself that I wasn’t too bad, but whenever I got back to the classroom, I would always remember that I was.

It’s really not my fault. Mr Hawken is always trying to make me work hard and achieve something, but while he’s doing it he doesn’t realise it’s making me feel worse. Every time he asks me questions, the whole class stares at me and just waits for an answer. And every time I ask to go to the bathroom to have a break, the whole class just laughs. I do want get better at anything, but I just can’t.

I sighed and walked back to my classroom.

Amber! There you are! Mr Hawken said when I walked through the door. Max was just telling us the answer to 64 times 75.

I scowled when Max stood up. Show off, I thought. He laughed every time, either when I say I don’t know, or when I ask to go to the bathroom.

The answer to 65 times 75 is 4800, Max started, there is a complicated explanation behind it, but I assume you wouldn’t want to know, Amber, and even if you did, you wouldn’t understand, as it is probably far too complicated for someone like you.

I scowled. Always looking for an opportunity to say how bad I am at maths, I thought. Although he is telling the truth. I am bad at maths and everything.

But … even though I am bad at everything, no one just leaves me alone. As obvious as it is, everyone uses every opportunity to tell me how bad I am. I just wish someone would just leave me alone, at least, or even … I don’t really