“No, I didn’t break the mirror.” Jane said absently as Robby chuckled hysterically.

He asked, “Then how did it end up broken?”

“Why would I break a mirror that meant the world to my mother? Oh God, my mom.” Jane pressed her fingers to her forehead, closing her eyes.

“I’m sure your mom would be more pissed off about you living here than a mirror.”

Jane sighed and Johnny strolled into the room. He gushed, “Whoa Jane! A broken mirror. Did you break it with your face?” He looked excited.

Jane and replied, “Shut up. It fell off the shelf.”

Johnny counted off his fingers and said, “Okay, so here’s your list, Jane. You lied to your mom about your first choice for college. Which you supposedly didn’t get into and came here, to FSU . You told her you had a nice dorm to yourself when you’re living in a frat house, with guys and girls no else. And you have a D in one class.”

“Guys, please don’t remind me.”

“Okay, fine. And the explanation for the mirror is you’re ugly, right?”

“Shut up John!”