SHE ACCESSED THE CORRIDOR, Thalia Valdez, enjoyed every pace she took. Who else wouldn't to? The floor itself reflected everything it spanned. Including this beautiful lady.

Had been mesmerized herself, just like how she admired her image on the mirror, she became aware that although the flag ceremony was about to start and noises got everywhere, her four inches stiletto heels were adding some sounds as well.

Nobody cared, just only her, to the fact that right now, the noise that the pair of her footwear was making a cadence. En route to her office, she had this feeling that the Xyrale High School would start its academic year happily.

Four months had gone since the Head Teacher III of this institution disappeared--and had no idea of his whereabouts, the whole Xyralian left mystified. He didn't log himself out and moreover, he just left his sedan unattended. No CCTV captured the very view that might be the answer toward his banishment.

Even though the whole Xyralian felt saddened when it came to that regard, the institution wouldn't last long if they didn't have any Head Teacher sooner than later. And as the former secretary of the AWOL Principal, she partook in the nomination for the candidates of the next principal.

Even though she was not the existing secretary of the newly appointed Head Teacher IV, at least she was still here, reappointed as the Guidance Councillor of this School and back to her old role of being an advisor. Far from being a secretary, which was always at the side of the Principal, and were the one who polished everything. But nonetheless, she loved what she got into. Being a guidance counselor, that way, she could continue what Principal Keen Madrigal left.

She admired that man more than anyone else she worked together with, perhaps because the missing principal was like her late grandfather, hard to explain, only that, both of them possessed the behavior of being keen. And she wanted to be that also.

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Halfway to her office room, when the wind blew east, her copper hair wanted to follow where might that air headed. Maintained well, secured, and healthy, they remained intact to her scalp.

Had been ruined her hair by the sudden event, she needed to fix herself. Perhaps being keen was also concerned about how she looked like apparently. And in order to solve this insecurity she felt right now, she needed to consult a mirror. A mirror that was fit and could reflect her hair, from the crest to the valley of its range.

Just how fast she remembered the thing that could answer her countenance issue; and a portable piece of glass of her make up kit was dubious to give her a result of looking like a keen, by the time the idea to find a mirror struck her mind, she found herself staring on the threshold of the stockroom.

From her point location, which was before the door, going to the adjacent mirror that welcomed her, the two points were separated by five meters of nothing but a spacious way. By that time she knew exactly that this was the kind of mirror that she looked for. Neither small nor big, just enough for her to secure an assurance to herself: that she was keen-looking.

Before the threshold, she stared the distant mirror, the reflection provided her of a view of mini her. Perhaps the distance gave her a scaled apparition of herself. And for a better sight on the mirror, she entered the stockroom.

While she did not break her stare on the lonely mirror, at the same time, the view of herself, while she approached it, became more ocular. Better view than earlier and even gotten clearer.

Within her grasp, as soon as the image of her on the mirror became acceptable, she stopped. She stood face to face with it, she noted some changes to her look based on how she seemed to her eyes before she left her home compared to as of now. She found differences, but only few which mostly concerned to her hair.

This tendril was supposedly tucked behind her ear, this one was supposedly not touching her right eyebrow and this one... her eyes narrowed.