Modern day magic

Modern day magic

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A quiet groan escaped my lips and my body felt sore all over- wait. I shot my eyes open and used my arm to help lift me up enough to look around and my other hand pushed my body so I wouldn't fall on my face. I barely took notice of the startled male figure beside me. I'm not dead? But how? Actually, where am I?! I laid on my side with my upper body reclining on my lebow. "Ah!" My attention was brought back to the blonde. "Um, hi." He seemed flustered by my sudden awakening but continued to explain. "Uh- Sorry. I saw you napping and I just wanted to check on you. I'm not a thief or anything. I'm, uh-" I guess I didn't calm down yet since he noticed my panicked expression. "Hey, are you okay? You look kind of distressed." I took a deep breath before looking back at him. "Where...am I?"
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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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