Mirror MirrorThe door creaked loudly as I carefully opened it.Mirror Mirror by CinnamonButtons
"Mrs. Allenmyer?" I called as I slowly walked in. There was no answer.
The place looked dark and deserted. The walls were lined with Mrs. Allenmyer's old grey photographs of her and her daughter; the floor creaked loudly with every step as I made my way across the large living room to get to the light switch.
"Mrs. Allenmyer?" I called again. Still, there was no answer.
Mrs. Allenmyer was my math tutor. I hate math; I do pretty well in it but my mom insists on me taking tutoring. On my first day of tutoring I thought Mrs. Allenmyer would be a strict, scary woman who'd give you more homework than normal teachers, but to my surprise, she's a nice old lady who liked collecting antiques and stamps and loved baking apple pies. And her apple pies were delicious!
She's always welcoming and very cheerful, greeting me with a happy smiling face whenever I come to her house, but tonight, she wasn't there standing near the doorway waiting for me. A