Dear diary,
Today the great mirror came; it covered the whole of the landing wall. Giant
glittery crystals gleamed in every direction, but somehow it just didn’t look
right, the mirror looked very blurry. My mum rushed up stairs and snapped “have
you been touching my mirror
with your grubby mitts making it blurry?” “no” I snapped back.
Boom! I had fallen into the blurry, crystal mirror, not knowing
what had happened I opened a tall wooden door that led to a huge room full of
art supplies, my dream had come true. Paints, chalk, brushes,
water
paint everything I could ever wish for in one room.
But how would I escape?
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