I step up to the mirror built into my dorm room wall and peer in. My heart’s beating just a little too fast and swooping like the birds outside my third floor window. I run my fingers through my Cherry-Coke-colored mane and try to figure out if I want to leave it curly or go straight. It doesn’t matter all that much I decide as I brush my bangs out of my eyes. Stepping back, I let the mirror frame me: soft t-shirt, dark jeans ripped perfectly at the knees; my favorite and freshest pair of purple, blue and white Nikes. If I’m going into the unknown, I might as well look good. Like they say in the movies: to infinity, and beyond.
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