Know Where You Belong

Know Where You Belong

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Sophomore year, I saw something extraordinary outside my apartment bedroom window. I guess you can call it an act of witchcraft. And I'm not crazy. My name is Corey Peters. I'm a senior in high school, and ever since sophomore year, I've been keeping what I saw a secret from my friends. I've been meaning to tell them, but events occurred and I'm no where near home. Danger is right around the corner, and one slip up can result in being captured. You might be wondering where I am. Like I said, I'm no where near home, heck, not even on Earth. I'm on a planet no one even knows about, located in the only safe house there, known as Theta. [New cover photo from IG: oncewed]
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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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