Emily's emo love story

Emily's emo love story

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I woke up to yelling and banging outside my door "EMILY GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED" I turned and looked at the alarm clock, It read 6:45 am. I got up slowly and took a look at myself in my bathroom mirror. In the reflection I saw a thin girl who was 5'4 with red and black hair. Quietly I combed out my hair and fixing it till I was happy. After I brushed my teeth and applied a thin line of black eyeliner and mascara. I approached my door opening it cautiously to reveal the hall was empty, what a relief.        I ran down the stairs and grabbed an apple and opened the front door before seeing my father passed out on the couch. I bit my lip knowing what was coming for me when I get home. I took my IPod out of my pocket and put in the ear buds setting the music on random. I sung along under my breath to Knives And Pens by Black Veil Brides. I looked up and entered the school. I felt many sets of eyes on me, here comes another bad day
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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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