Help me with my short story?? I'll be your bff!?

I have to write a short story in english class and so far I have about 2 1/2 pages double spaced, but it needs to be about 7-8 pages double spaced. Any thoughts on how I could make it longer? Any plot twists that could be added? Basically my stories about this girl who is self-absorbed and doesn't realize bad stuff that happens in the world. She looks in a mirror and she gets stuck. She basically can't move, she can only stare into the mirror, until she hears this crying and decided to do something about it. Here's the story.





The room was lit by a single light bulb, but it was enough to illuminate the small space. The light bounced around in the mirrored cube. All she could see was the bouncy light and her face, repeated a million times. When she looked straight in front of her she could see her face in the mirror behind her, though the mirrors slanting around her at all sides and angles made it seem like she was multiplying into infinity, each mirror reflecting other mirrors. She was torn between feeling claustrophobic in the miniature version of a room, no bigger then her closet, and feeling limitless standing in the middle of infinity. She reached out and scarcely but definitely touched the mirror right in front of her. And suddenly she could see something else besides herself. A miniscule crack appeared in the mirror in front of her, then, as the mirror slanted on the side was watching it grow, a crack appeared in that mirror. The cracks started growing, new cracks formed, and an endless number were reflected and deflected, violently appearing all over the glass, self replicating angrily. The reflection of her face and body became distorted, breaking into a million pieces, much like the mirrors surrounding her. Then with a loud cracking and a deafeningly loud sob the girl and all the mirrors simultaneously shattered into numerable pieces.



Lucie eyes jumped open, just in time to save her from being pierced by a countless amount of tiny reflective shards of mirror. She breathed in sharply, and the only mirror in her room, the one on her door, was intact, even though she couldn鈥檛 see it. Lucie checked her cell phone for the time. The red screen glowed 4:35, 25 minutes before its alarm would go off. The lonely, abandoned, foreboding, feeling of her dream remained in her causing her to feel tiny and lost and scared. She pulled her blanket over her and tried desperately to sleep, but sadly sleep was an unattainable notion. So instead Lucie climbed out of her bed. The world was foggy and far too bright. After shutting and opening her eyes a few times, she could finally see. She was just about to go get her brush when she heard something. It was very very very quiet, almost like if she hadn鈥檛 been listening for it she wouldn鈥檛 have heard it. But she wasn鈥檛 listening for it, or so she thought. It was a timid little sob, as if whoever was crying was ashamed of it. After a few minutes the sobs had subsided. Or so Lucie thought. She brushed the strange noise away in her mind and went back to whatever she was doing, namely, brushing her hair. Her hair came right past her ear right past her shoulder and right past her elbow. It was long, black, wavy, and inarguably pretty. She had yet to decide what she would do with it yet, considering it was only 4:42 in the morning, which was far to early for Lucie to make any decisions. So she went to sleep.



Beep鈥eep. Beep鈥eep. Beep鈥eep. BEEP BEEP BEEP. beep. She, meaning Lucie, slid open her phone. It told her that it was 5:30. This was by far a better time then 4:35, and being woken up by annoying beeps is much better then being woken up by a deadly dream, as she had been at 4:35. Her hair was, of course, tangled and disordered, despite the brushing she had done before she went to sleep again. After she got up out of her bed she heard the strange, apprehensive sobbing, just as before. This time, however, it sounded a little bit louder and more insistent. She went to the kitchen, not to find the sound, she could care less about that, but to find food. And that is exactly what she found. As she was eating her bagel she went to get a glass of water. The glass looked foreboding and ominous to her, and although she had no clue why, she couldn鈥檛 extend her hand to touch it, much less grab it. She grabbed a plastic cup instead. It was safer. She heard her dogs start to bark, most likely wanting food as well. She turned her ears away from their incessant barking and ate her bagel instead, not wanting to be bothered with giving them anything. After a while the barks began to aggravate her and she yelled at them to shut up. They didn鈥檛, but what did she expect?

When she had stopped eating her bagel she began to get ready for school. She mentally ran over what she had to do in her mind. Get dressed. Brush hair again. Get stuff together. Leave. It was astounding how a list consisting of five tasks could take Lucie over an hour, but somehow it did, leaving her very little tHelp me with my short story?? I'll be your bff!?
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The Dixon Kinqade Method of Story Writing

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How to Write a Story in 10 Easy Steps!

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How to Write a Story: The Monomyth Method

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How to Write a Mystery Novel in 30 Easy Steps!

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Formula for Romance

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The Giant List of Plots

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