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6<br />
My breath caught in my throat. I peered down into the dark reflection.<br />
The two eyes peered up at me. Dark and evil eyes.<br />
Uttering a cry of panic, I turned away from the mirror.<br />
“Lefty!” I cried. My voice came out shrill and tight, as if someone were squeezing my throat.<br />
He grinned at me from just inside the doorway.<br />
I realized that it had been Lefty’s eyes reflected in the mirror.<br />
I ran over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. “You scared me to death!” I half-screamed,<br />
half-whispered.<br />
His grin grew wider. “You’re stupid,” he said.<br />
I wanted to strangle him. He thought it was a riot.<br />
“Why’d you sneak up behind me?” I demanded, giving him a shove back against the wall.<br />
He shrugged.<br />
“Well, what are you doing up here, anyway?” I sputtered.<br />
I could still see those dark eyes staring out at me in the mirror. So creepy!<br />
“I heard you,” he explained, leaning back against the wall, still grinning. “I was awake. I heard<br />
you walk past my room. So I followed you.”<br />
“Well, you shouldn’t be up here,” I snapped.<br />
“Neither should you,” he snapped back.<br />
“Go back downstairs and go to bed,” I said. My voice was finally returning to normal. I tried to<br />
sound as if I meant business.<br />
But Lefty didn’t move. “Make me,” he said. Another classic argument-winner.<br />
“I mean it,” I insisted. “Go back to bed.”<br />
“Make me,” he repeated nastily. “I’ll tell Mom and Dad you’re up here,” he added.<br />
I hate being threatened. And he knows it. That’s why he threatens me every hour of the day.<br />
Sometimes I just wish I could pound him.<br />
But we live in a nonviolent family.<br />
That’s what Mom and Dad say every time Lefty and I get in a fight. “Break it up, you two. We<br />
live in a nonviolent family.”<br />
Sometimes nonviolence can be real frustrating. Know what I mean?<br />
This was one of those times. But I could see that I wasn’t going to get rid of Lefty so easily. He<br />
was determined to stay up in the attic with me and see what I was doing with the mirror.<br />
My heart had finally slowed down to normal. I was starting to feel calmer. So I decided to stop<br />
fighting with him and let him stay. I turned back to the mirror.<br />
Luckily, there wasn’t another pair of eyes in there staring out at me!<br />
“What are you doing?” Lefty demanded, stepping up behind me, his arms still crossed over his<br />
chest.<br />
“Just checking out the mirror,” I told him.
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