Preface

I liked to think my life was perfect before. But deep down I know there were cracks in the foundation. Hints of what was to come. All leading back to the hall of mirrors.

(This will be very angsty but hopefully with some humor. My main oc is a poc so no racism. This will not follow the plot and will take place during their third high school year. If you leave criticism, which I encourage, try to be nice about it)