Mirror, mirror on the wall… Jenny laughed, checking out her reflection in the bathroom at prom. She stopped dead. The face looking back was not hers. No, it was hers, but there was a huge bloody gash on her forehead. She reached up to touch it and shuddered as she felt the painful bruise. She realized she was in Ron’s car. She looked at him and screamed. Ron was staring, his face and neck torn and bloody. There was a tree somehow inside the car. She closed her eyes against the pain and fear. When she opened them, she was still in the school restroom. She called her mom to get her. Ron drove home drunk anyway, his last mistake.
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