Jordan was a very average high school sophomore. Plain, a bit skinny, neither short nor tall, neither athletic nor nerdy, he was a very vanilla white boy.
His parents liked to go antiquing. One day, they brought home a mirror they wanted to place in his room. It was ornate but quite out of place in a teenage boy’s room.
After they set it up Jordan examined it more closely. There was an inscription on the frame in what looked to be Latin.
“Wish I was smart enough to understand what that means,” he muttered.
Suddenly, he saw the reflection in the mirror change. The boy in there was even skinnier than Jordan, dressed in khaki pants and a white dress shirt buttoned completely with a red bow tie. His brown hair was parted and neatly combed. He wore thick glasses. And yet there was no mistaking that despite the superficial differences, underneath it all was still Jordan.
He reeled back, staring in shock at the reflection, who silently smiled and waved. Jordan looked down at himself- no, same average Joe.
The reflection returned to normal. But Jordan wanted to know more.