Godric's Hollow: 1899


The girl in the looking glass is very pretty, I think. Or she might have been, a long time ago.

There's something off about her eyes. They're a very pretty blue, but they don't stare straight ahead like other eyes do. That's why I can never see the looking-glass girl properly, because she's always staring somewhere far away. I wonder what she's watching.

Sometimes she's crying. It makes me sad, because she doesn't even cry like I saw Abe cry when Mama went away in the ground to stay with the gnomes (that's what Al said, anyway, so Mama must really like gnomes). She cries quiet, and doesn't say anything at-all. Just keeps seeing that place far off with her pretty eyes.

I think that maybe she's looking at Never Land. That's a place from a book that Abe read me once. Maybe she's seeing the mermaids. (Even though Al walked in during that part and said it was dem— demean— demean-something to merpeople.) Or maybe she just gets the sun in her eyes so bright that it makes her cry. That happens to me sometimes, but also when I see things like the apple tree in our back garden, or a flower growing outside the window. It's just so pretty and I don't know how to say it is, so I start to cry.

I'm watching the looking-glass girl today. Her hair's done up in a braid, even though it makes her whole face look long and tired. She seems so sad again.

"Ariana?"

Abe touches my shoulder. Then he frowns and tugs my hair and says, "You're hairs still braided? You usually tear it out by now."

I nod at him. Braids make me angry because they always swing in my face.

But I wanted the looking-glass girl to see it. Maybe it would have made her happy.