A strange kid stared back at him - not only younger but totally different looking. And not in a good way. Anthony was, or had been, a handsome young man with an athletic build that was the envy of a lot of other guys. The mirror was showing a scrawny, goofy-looking Tween with a mop of dirty blonde hair. Heavy brows jutted out over largepale-blue eyes and he had an upturned, round pug-nose with freckles dotting it and his cheeks. His teeth had a visible gap.
Looking down at his clothes he was wearing the dungarees and shirt, but now they seem more careworn and dirty from hard work. Even his sneakers looked like hand-me downs from some older sibling. He couldn't be older than maybe 12, well before the cusp of puberty by any means.
This couldn't be him! It had to be some kind of weird trick! But even as he tried to believe that, Anthony felt thickness in his head. No! He struggled against the fog that blanketed his thoughts, getting confused. He shouldn't be here! This wasn't... Anthony peered into the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong. Then something clicked and the boy grinned and made a silly face at himself. What was he doing standing here? He had cows to milk...!