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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Mar 20, 2019
This is an essay as what is written above . It has four topics that are related to each other. At that time my exam (Literature 2) has four parts and the  last one was an essay and I only have 15 minutes left before my next exam, so it was short.

I posted it here for future reference because it dawned on me that as an English  major I'll be encountering essay provoking situations *O____O* and time will come I'll be running out of ideas. (which happened before)

You're free to use this as reference (which possibly not considering it covers a very narrow views) as I understand what English students feels like.
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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)