The Creator's Partner (ON HOLD)

The Creator's Partner (ON HOLD)

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'Quam me vivere', he whispers in my ear. I wake up gasping for air. This was the millionth time I have dreamed about 'The boy'. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I hear these three words. Selene isn't normal. She gets these dreams about a boy and she can make things happen, when she wants them to happen. All she has to do is want it and it will happen. So what happens when 'the boy' from her nightmares shows up in her school as a new student? She isn't sure what to do. But she knows she has to do everything in her power to stay away from him. After all, she can't let him remember her. He's not supposed to. And more importantly, she can't let herself fall in love with him, not again.
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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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