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Una
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I turned to see who had spoken and scream at them in absolute outrage that they believed they had the right to touch my special quill pen, but when I saw the perpetrator, I froze. He was fair, with dark brown hair that almost reached his emerald eyes shining with curiosity. "What, has a sea monster got your tongue?" he winked, "I'll gladly give you your silly contraption if you answer my question." I stared at the man. There could be no way, I told myself. No way in any possible universe. He couldn't be. *** Maryam Al-Adwan is an orphan living alone with her younger sister, Sarah. One day, she is dragged to an enchanted lake behind the bushes of her house, where she meets a mysterious 'beast of man' who wishes her to be Queen. She declines the offer, and is left a magical journal in his place. Will she reconsider? Will she use the journal? Only time will decide.
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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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