Vain, cold and cruel.
Sadistic and snobby, self-obsessed.
Her eyes so full of them selves stared upon the mirror.
It could no longer cope with her arrogance.
From day to night and night to day.
It had to stare at her and was tortured.
She got colder, vainer and her insides became uglier.
So ugly from her heart that the mirror could no longer stand her arrogance.
One day it got so bad...
The mirror could no longer stand it...
No it couldn't.
The mirror cracked.
Her eyes burst open~~~!!!
"I can't be that ugly and i always get good luck."
She kept thinking that the seven year curse would be upon her...
"Oh no i cannot be this ugly..." she said with despair.
So shocked she sat down and wondered why the mirror cracked...
Little or never ever would she or did ever know it was because of her heart not her looks.
That shining silver glass plated mosaic magical reflector of shining helpfullness could see right through her.
