Kitty and Rain's Random Adventures (KRRA)

Kitty and Rain's Random Adventures (KRRA)

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"I'm Kitty!" kitty said as she popped out of a pie. "AND I'M BATMAN" Rain said falling onto Kitty. "Rain whats 9+10?" Kitty asked Rain. Rain stood there thinking for a second. "hmmmm.... TWANTY WAN" she said with beaming a smile. "WRONG!!!!" Kitty said pushing a loud buzzard. "It's Rain and Kitty's random adventures! ON A NEW ACCOUNT!!!" she said jumping up and down excitedly. "Oh yea... I forgot my logic. Sorry Kitty wont happen again." Rain said scatching her head while thinking. "HOPE YOU ENJOY THE BOOK!!!" Rain yelled as Kitty got on her back. "LETS GO BATMAN!!!" Kitty yelled as they ran out of the room.
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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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