Shana: Part 2 by Jack Johnston & Katie Klema

When Shana woke up it was dark and cold. It was hard to see except for some light coming from another room. She kept hearing cracking noises from down a hallway. Wondering what it was, she went to go check it out. There were boxes filing down the hallway higher than she could see. The boxes had different scenes in them. Some had apartments with fighting couples, a living room with a family, and some had been covered up with sheets and whatnot. The hallway seemed endless in the one direction. The other direction had a large room with more windows.

Filled with curiosity, she cautiously meandered into the room. The windows were basically the same as the ones in the hallway, except for one. Inside this one was her room. Inside her room was her mom and someone who looked an awful lot like Shana. She could tell they were talking but the sound was faraway and cloudy.

This is when she started to panic. How had she gotten in here? All she remembered was waking up and being here. More importantly, how does she get out?

Crazed with anger and fear, she started pounding on the window, screaming at her mom to help her.

On the other side of the mirror, her mom was talking to the girl who she thought was her daughter.

“Mom, listen, I’m really sorry about the way I acted before. I wasn’t feeling well, and with the move and everything I guess I just took it out on you. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I can, sweetie. I’ll always forgive you.” Said her mom, pulling her into a hug.

Because she was enjoying the rare hug so much, her mom didn’t notice the banging for awhile. Once she did though, she couldn’t ignore it.

“What the devil is that?” she asked.

“It’s nothing, let’s go upstairs and watch a movie.” said the look alike.

“No, I really would like to know what that is.” She walked over the the mirror, gazing in. She thought she could hear a noise coming from it, but it was fading in and out.

Her mom turned around to say something when the glass shattered.

When her mom came to, Shana was sitting next to her.

“Hey mom, how’s it going?”

Her mom looked around the room, remembering what had happened but feeling confused when the floor was clean, she had no cuts and the mirror was hanging on the wall.

“Well I just had the strangest dream. I dreamt that you were apologizing and being nice to me.”

“Are you saying I’m not usually nice to you? That’s not very nice.” Shana said, pouting.

“No no no, it doesn’t matter. It was only a dream.”