The Drogas

The Drogas

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This is a little short story that I wrote to see how I would do with writing, and will continually be updating. Please let me know what you think, so I can know if I should continue it. Thank you! It was a nice fall evening, once of the nicest in a long, hot summer. The day was going perfectly, a little too perfect now that I recall it. My dad had finally gotten the promotion as Chief of Kiezer Police Department, and to celebrate we had gone out to breakfast at Denny's with my best friend Maddie. Then, just to make the day even more perfect, I had gotten the results from my ACT and gotten a composite score of 29, which would give me the chance to gain entry to University of Oregon. Just to make the day even better, and add the cherry on top, I was asked to prom by Tony Martin, my childhood crush. Perfect right? Only if I had known that perfect was just an illusion to shadow you from the horrible things that were to come. Then maybe, just maybe, my life might have turned out differently.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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